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Boomkat Product Review:
As anyone who has ever played near a freshly coated shed in mid-summer knows; not only does creosote stink it also stains like a tattoo. Thankfully King Creosote is the antithesis of his namesake, producing fragrantly buyout leftfield dusted folk that only threatens to stain your sub consciousness with it's deceptively simple melodies.
Opening with the sampled opera/folk/tronica (?!) of 'Twin Tub Twin', King Creosote (aka Kenny Anderson) weaves a tale of fate ("things sometimes work out, it comes out in the wash but if it don't there's no harm done...") over a heady blend of fuzzed up atmospherics and icy piano straight outta Telefon Tel Aviv's beatless oeuvre. Hovering somewhere between Adem and Gorky's Zygotic Mynki, Anderson's voice is by no means fragile but is nevertheless able to convey a very real sense of tenderness and intimacy that creates the impression he is singing just for you. Picking the pace up on 'Saffy Nool', Anderson conjures up an insistent melodica drenched rhythm opining "I was past 35 before my face made much sense..." before next track 'Klutz' presents itself as a must for anyone who preferred post-Britpop Blur before they acquired their Lady Smith Black Mambazo album.
Elsewhere 'Ph 6.5' gets away with the often terminal 'kid singing at the start'-syndrome before delving into a certain basement under a hill for inspiration, whilst 'Circle My Demise' is about as close as you'll ever get to hearing what Sigur Ros would have sounded had they been made in Scotland. Topping things off with the bargain bin Casio beats of 'Thrills & Spills' and the sea shanty from the afterlife of 'The Someone Else', King Creosote is a genre-bending excursion that obliterates notions of Nu-folk and Folktronica, replacing them with a hefty dollop of good music.