Estonian oddball crooner Mart Avi comes off like Scott Walker doing Detroit techno on a sterling 5th album for the incomparable Porridge Bullet.
Out on his own, no matter what way you look at it, Mart Avi makes the rudest, suavest links between far flung paradigms in a singular style on ‘Blade’. Drifting from yacht-ready sway to baggy early ‘90s pop via coarse textured boogie downstrokes and wonky R&B, it’s clear that Avi’s in possession of his own agency, but we’re inclined to compare his work with the like of Rat Heart and Sockethead for their shared ability to naturally sidestep and morph convention to their will.
With all that said, he plays it straighter than the Manny weirdos, but with bags of dare-to-differ steez that makes this album such a treat to witness him shotting squirmy disco-not-disco on ‘Lost Weekend’ along with solo piano torch song ‘Life 4 Sale’, and what sounds like Lewis channelling Rihanna on ‘Demon With a Glass Hand’. The cod dub-pop of ‘Big Sleep’ almost unmistakably lends itself to comparison with Arthur Russell jamming with Rat Heart, and likewise ‘Untraceable’ almost identifies him as Tom Boogz brother from a different mother, with ‘Beauty Attacks’ reserving an unexpected R&B jaw-slap like Martyn Bates meets a crooked Araabmuzik.
No brainer. Don’t sleep!
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Estonian oddball crooner Mart Avi comes off like Scott Walker doing Detroit techno on a sterling 5th album for the incomparable Porridge Bullet.
Out on his own, no matter what way you look at it, Mart Avi makes the rudest, suavest links between far flung paradigms in a singular style on ‘Blade’. Drifting from yacht-ready sway to baggy early ‘90s pop via coarse textured boogie downstrokes and wonky R&B, it’s clear that Avi’s in possession of his own agency, but we’re inclined to compare his work with the like of Rat Heart and Sockethead for their shared ability to naturally sidestep and morph convention to their will.
With all that said, he plays it straighter than the Manny weirdos, but with bags of dare-to-differ steez that makes this album such a treat to witness him shotting squirmy disco-not-disco on ‘Lost Weekend’ along with solo piano torch song ‘Life 4 Sale’, and what sounds like Lewis channelling Rihanna on ‘Demon With a Glass Hand’. The cod dub-pop of ‘Big Sleep’ almost unmistakably lends itself to comparison with Arthur Russell jamming with Rat Heart, and likewise ‘Untraceable’ almost identifies him as Tom Boogz brother from a different mother, with ‘Beauty Attacks’ reserving an unexpected R&B jaw-slap like Martyn Bates meets a crooked Araabmuzik.
No brainer. Don’t sleep!
Estonian oddball crooner Mart Avi comes off like Scott Walker doing Detroit techno on a sterling 5th album for the incomparable Porridge Bullet.
Out on his own, no matter what way you look at it, Mart Avi makes the rudest, suavest links between far flung paradigms in a singular style on ‘Blade’. Drifting from yacht-ready sway to baggy early ‘90s pop via coarse textured boogie downstrokes and wonky R&B, it’s clear that Avi’s in possession of his own agency, but we’re inclined to compare his work with the like of Rat Heart and Sockethead for their shared ability to naturally sidestep and morph convention to their will.
With all that said, he plays it straighter than the Manny weirdos, but with bags of dare-to-differ steez that makes this album such a treat to witness him shotting squirmy disco-not-disco on ‘Lost Weekend’ along with solo piano torch song ‘Life 4 Sale’, and what sounds like Lewis channelling Rihanna on ‘Demon With a Glass Hand’. The cod dub-pop of ‘Big Sleep’ almost unmistakably lends itself to comparison with Arthur Russell jamming with Rat Heart, and likewise ‘Untraceable’ almost identifies him as Tom Boogz brother from a different mother, with ‘Beauty Attacks’ reserving an unexpected R&B jaw-slap like Martyn Bates meets a crooked Araabmuzik.
No brainer. Don’t sleep!
Estonian oddball crooner Mart Avi comes off like Scott Walker doing Detroit techno on a sterling 5th album for the incomparable Porridge Bullet.
Out on his own, no matter what way you look at it, Mart Avi makes the rudest, suavest links between far flung paradigms in a singular style on ‘Blade’. Drifting from yacht-ready sway to baggy early ‘90s pop via coarse textured boogie downstrokes and wonky R&B, it’s clear that Avi’s in possession of his own agency, but we’re inclined to compare his work with the like of Rat Heart and Sockethead for their shared ability to naturally sidestep and morph convention to their will.
With all that said, he plays it straighter than the Manny weirdos, but with bags of dare-to-differ steez that makes this album such a treat to witness him shotting squirmy disco-not-disco on ‘Lost Weekend’ along with solo piano torch song ‘Life 4 Sale’, and what sounds like Lewis channelling Rihanna on ‘Demon With a Glass Hand’. The cod dub-pop of ‘Big Sleep’ almost unmistakably lends itself to comparison with Arthur Russell jamming with Rat Heart, and likewise ‘Untraceable’ almost identifies him as Tom Boogz brother from a different mother, with ‘Beauty Attacks’ reserving an unexpected R&B jaw-slap like Martyn Bates meets a crooked Araabmuzik.
No brainer. Don’t sleep!