Dora Agora
Ekin Fil conjures a masterful 11th album of semi-acoustic, Grouper-esque shadowplay a decade after her prized debut LP.
The Grouper comparison is inescapable with Ekin’s music, but on ‘Dora Agora’ she transcends that yoke with a filigree cats cradle of strums and echoic vox interwoven by spectral webs of organ, synth, and electro-acoustic shimmers. Ekin brings a certain drive to these songs, which surely hark to her earliest work, but also betray lessons learned in the interim, embellishing her shoegaze inspirations with threads of forlorn cinematic romance and iridescent greyscale, indie-pop woe to swoon-worthy effect.
Beginning humbly on ‘Here’, synths colour the space around her choral plangency in ‘Dora’ and it’s only on ‘Ghost Boy’ that her signature strums, sting scrapes perfectly intact, come to stroke the skin with an achingly detuned touch evoking romantic quease in ‘Buried Again’ and a portent threat on ‘Givin In’. At its core, ‘Agora’ recalls the arcane dream-pop of Broadcast as much as Grouper, and it’s hard not to get lost in the sublime darkness of ‘Bulutlar Kuşlar’, while ‘Yo Feelings’ resolves the record with a sense of abandon wallowing in sublime melancholy.
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Ekin Fil conjures a masterful 11th album of semi-acoustic, Grouper-esque shadowplay a decade after her prized debut LP.
The Grouper comparison is inescapable with Ekin’s music, but on ‘Dora Agora’ she transcends that yoke with a filigree cats cradle of strums and echoic vox interwoven by spectral webs of organ, synth, and electro-acoustic shimmers. Ekin brings a certain drive to these songs, which surely hark to her earliest work, but also betray lessons learned in the interim, embellishing her shoegaze inspirations with threads of forlorn cinematic romance and iridescent greyscale, indie-pop woe to swoon-worthy effect.
Beginning humbly on ‘Here’, synths colour the space around her choral plangency in ‘Dora’ and it’s only on ‘Ghost Boy’ that her signature strums, sting scrapes perfectly intact, come to stroke the skin with an achingly detuned touch evoking romantic quease in ‘Buried Again’ and a portent threat on ‘Givin In’. At its core, ‘Agora’ recalls the arcane dream-pop of Broadcast as much as Grouper, and it’s hard not to get lost in the sublime darkness of ‘Bulutlar Kuşlar’, while ‘Yo Feelings’ resolves the record with a sense of abandon wallowing in sublime melancholy.
Ekin Fil conjures a masterful 11th album of semi-acoustic, Grouper-esque shadowplay a decade after her prized debut LP.
The Grouper comparison is inescapable with Ekin’s music, but on ‘Dora Agora’ she transcends that yoke with a filigree cats cradle of strums and echoic vox interwoven by spectral webs of organ, synth, and electro-acoustic shimmers. Ekin brings a certain drive to these songs, which surely hark to her earliest work, but also betray lessons learned in the interim, embellishing her shoegaze inspirations with threads of forlorn cinematic romance and iridescent greyscale, indie-pop woe to swoon-worthy effect.
Beginning humbly on ‘Here’, synths colour the space around her choral plangency in ‘Dora’ and it’s only on ‘Ghost Boy’ that her signature strums, sting scrapes perfectly intact, come to stroke the skin with an achingly detuned touch evoking romantic quease in ‘Buried Again’ and a portent threat on ‘Givin In’. At its core, ‘Agora’ recalls the arcane dream-pop of Broadcast as much as Grouper, and it’s hard not to get lost in the sublime darkness of ‘Bulutlar Kuşlar’, while ‘Yo Feelings’ resolves the record with a sense of abandon wallowing in sublime melancholy.
Ekin Fil conjures a masterful 11th album of semi-acoustic, Grouper-esque shadowplay a decade after her prized debut LP.
The Grouper comparison is inescapable with Ekin’s music, but on ‘Dora Agora’ she transcends that yoke with a filigree cats cradle of strums and echoic vox interwoven by spectral webs of organ, synth, and electro-acoustic shimmers. Ekin brings a certain drive to these songs, which surely hark to her earliest work, but also betray lessons learned in the interim, embellishing her shoegaze inspirations with threads of forlorn cinematic romance and iridescent greyscale, indie-pop woe to swoon-worthy effect.
Beginning humbly on ‘Here’, synths colour the space around her choral plangency in ‘Dora’ and it’s only on ‘Ghost Boy’ that her signature strums, sting scrapes perfectly intact, come to stroke the skin with an achingly detuned touch evoking romantic quease in ‘Buried Again’ and a portent threat on ‘Givin In’. At its core, ‘Agora’ recalls the arcane dream-pop of Broadcast as much as Grouper, and it’s hard not to get lost in the sublime darkness of ‘Bulutlar Kuşlar’, while ‘Yo Feelings’ resolves the record with a sense of abandon wallowing in sublime melancholy.
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Ekin Fil conjures a masterful 11th album of semi-acoustic, Grouper-esque shadowplay a decade after her prized debut LP.
The Grouper comparison is inescapable with Ekin’s music, but on ‘Dora Agora’ she transcends that yoke with a filigree cats cradle of strums and echoic vox interwoven by spectral webs of organ, synth, and electro-acoustic shimmers. Ekin brings a certain drive to these songs, which surely hark to her earliest work, but also betray lessons learned in the interim, embellishing her shoegaze inspirations with threads of forlorn cinematic romance and iridescent greyscale, indie-pop woe to swoon-worthy effect.
Beginning humbly on ‘Here’, synths colour the space around her choral plangency in ‘Dora’ and it’s only on ‘Ghost Boy’ that her signature strums, sting scrapes perfectly intact, come to stroke the skin with an achingly detuned touch evoking romantic quease in ‘Buried Again’ and a portent threat on ‘Givin In’. At its core, ‘Agora’ recalls the arcane dream-pop of Broadcast as much as Grouper, and it’s hard not to get lost in the sublime darkness of ‘Bulutlar Kuşlar’, while ‘Yo Feelings’ resolves the record with a sense of abandon wallowing in sublime melancholy.