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The quietly breathtaking debut album from Carla Dal Forno, member ov Tarcar and F Ingers, tipping toes between contentment and aching vulnerability in head-turning fashion that’s hotly tipped if yr into Nico, HTRK, Dome, A.C. Marias, Mag and the Suspects, Maximum Joy.
Dal Forno's voice is fragile but poised and confident with it; representing an unshowy resolve which, despite a gothic chic, feels fresh and necessary - operating counter to contemporary glitz and glamour with clear allusions to her heroes, Nico or Anna Domino.
The departing dream of 'Fast Moving Cars' and the ghostly nerve pincher 'What You Gonna Do Now?' follow a slug trail from the mildew sprawl and nitrate bubble of opener Italian Cinema to the ‘floor-stalking sleep house thud of 'DB Rip' and a deep drifting instrumental, 'Dry In The Rain’ strewn with flute-like pipes and cobwebbed in guitar strum like some dusty eldritch dub of A C Marias.
In the album’s twilight hours, Carla really comes into her own on the title song, flitting between Crepulscule-esque songcraft and slow-seeping traces of UK dub, her vocals urgent but nonchalant, before 'Dragon Breath' recedes back into the mists of chamber music as she proceeds to pour a potent, near paralysing nightcap and shuffle away from the screen down a long corridor, fading to black in 'The Same Reply’.
Classic, aye.
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The quietly breathtaking debut album from Carla Dal Forno, member ov Tarcar and F Ingers, tipping toes between contentment and aching vulnerability in head-turning fashion that’s hotly tipped if yr into Nico, HTRK, Dome, A.C. Marias, Mag and the Suspects, Maximum Joy.
Dal Forno's voice is fragile but poised and confident with it; representing an unshowy resolve which, despite a gothic chic, feels fresh and necessary - operating counter to contemporary glitz and glamour with clear allusions to her heroes, Nico or Anna Domino.
The departing dream of 'Fast Moving Cars' and the ghostly nerve pincher 'What You Gonna Do Now?' follow a slug trail from the mildew sprawl and nitrate bubble of opener Italian Cinema to the ‘floor-stalking sleep house thud of 'DB Rip' and a deep drifting instrumental, 'Dry In The Rain’ strewn with flute-like pipes and cobwebbed in guitar strum like some dusty eldritch dub of A C Marias.
In the album’s twilight hours, Carla really comes into her own on the title song, flitting between Crepulscule-esque songcraft and slow-seeping traces of UK dub, her vocals urgent but nonchalant, before 'Dragon Breath' recedes back into the mists of chamber music as she proceeds to pour a potent, near paralysing nightcap and shuffle away from the screen down a long corridor, fading to black in 'The Same Reply’.
Classic, aye.
The quietly breathtaking debut album from Carla Dal Forno, member ov Tarcar and F Ingers, tipping toes between contentment and aching vulnerability in head-turning fashion that’s hotly tipped if yr into Nico, HTRK, Dome, A.C. Marias, Mag and the Suspects, Maximum Joy.
Dal Forno's voice is fragile but poised and confident with it; representing an unshowy resolve which, despite a gothic chic, feels fresh and necessary - operating counter to contemporary glitz and glamour with clear allusions to her heroes, Nico or Anna Domino.
The departing dream of 'Fast Moving Cars' and the ghostly nerve pincher 'What You Gonna Do Now?' follow a slug trail from the mildew sprawl and nitrate bubble of opener Italian Cinema to the ‘floor-stalking sleep house thud of 'DB Rip' and a deep drifting instrumental, 'Dry In The Rain’ strewn with flute-like pipes and cobwebbed in guitar strum like some dusty eldritch dub of A C Marias.
In the album’s twilight hours, Carla really comes into her own on the title song, flitting between Crepulscule-esque songcraft and slow-seeping traces of UK dub, her vocals urgent but nonchalant, before 'Dragon Breath' recedes back into the mists of chamber music as she proceeds to pour a potent, near paralysing nightcap and shuffle away from the screen down a long corridor, fading to black in 'The Same Reply’.
Classic, aye.
The quietly breathtaking debut album from Carla Dal Forno, member ov Tarcar and F Ingers, tipping toes between contentment and aching vulnerability in head-turning fashion that’s hotly tipped if yr into Nico, HTRK, Dome, A.C. Marias, Mag and the Suspects, Maximum Joy.
Dal Forno's voice is fragile but poised and confident with it; representing an unshowy resolve which, despite a gothic chic, feels fresh and necessary - operating counter to contemporary glitz and glamour with clear allusions to her heroes, Nico or Anna Domino.
The departing dream of 'Fast Moving Cars' and the ghostly nerve pincher 'What You Gonna Do Now?' follow a slug trail from the mildew sprawl and nitrate bubble of opener Italian Cinema to the ‘floor-stalking sleep house thud of 'DB Rip' and a deep drifting instrumental, 'Dry In The Rain’ strewn with flute-like pipes and cobwebbed in guitar strum like some dusty eldritch dub of A C Marias.
In the album’s twilight hours, Carla really comes into her own on the title song, flitting between Crepulscule-esque songcraft and slow-seeping traces of UK dub, her vocals urgent but nonchalant, before 'Dragon Breath' recedes back into the mists of chamber music as she proceeds to pour a potent, near paralysing nightcap and shuffle away from the screen down a long corridor, fading to black in 'The Same Reply’.
Classic, aye.
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The quietly breathtaking debut album from Carla Dal Forno, member ov Tarcar and F Ingers, tipping toes between contentment and aching vulnerability in head-turning fashion that’s hotly tipped if yr into Nico, HTRK, Dome, A.C. Marias, Mag and the Suspects, Maximum Joy.
Dal Forno's voice is fragile but poised and confident with it; representing an unshowy resolve which, despite a gothic chic, feels fresh and necessary - operating counter to contemporary glitz and glamour with clear allusions to her heroes, Nico or Anna Domino.
The departing dream of 'Fast Moving Cars' and the ghostly nerve pincher 'What You Gonna Do Now?' follow a slug trail from the mildew sprawl and nitrate bubble of opener Italian Cinema to the ‘floor-stalking sleep house thud of 'DB Rip' and a deep drifting instrumental, 'Dry In The Rain’ strewn with flute-like pipes and cobwebbed in guitar strum like some dusty eldritch dub of A C Marias.
In the album’s twilight hours, Carla really comes into her own on the title song, flitting between Crepulscule-esque songcraft and slow-seeping traces of UK dub, her vocals urgent but nonchalant, before 'Dragon Breath' recedes back into the mists of chamber music as she proceeds to pour a potent, near paralysing nightcap and shuffle away from the screen down a long corridor, fading to black in 'The Same Reply’.
Classic, aye.
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The quietly breathtaking debut album from Carla Dal Forno, member ov Tarcar and F Ingers, tipping toes between contentment and aching vulnerability in head-turning fashion that’s hotly tipped if yr into Nico, HTRK, Dome, A.C. Marias, Mag and the Suspects, Maximum Joy.
Dal Forno's voice is fragile but poised and confident with it; representing an unshowy resolve which, despite a gothic chic, feels fresh and necessary - operating counter to contemporary glitz and glamour with clear allusions to her heroes, Nico or Anna Domino.
The departing dream of 'Fast Moving Cars' and the ghostly nerve pincher 'What You Gonna Do Now?' follow a slug trail from the mildew sprawl and nitrate bubble of opener Italian Cinema to the ‘floor-stalking sleep house thud of 'DB Rip' and a deep drifting instrumental, 'Dry In The Rain’ strewn with flute-like pipes and cobwebbed in guitar strum like some dusty eldritch dub of A C Marias.
In the album’s twilight hours, Carla really comes into her own on the title song, flitting between Crepulscule-esque songcraft and slow-seeping traces of UK dub, her vocals urgent but nonchalant, before 'Dragon Breath' recedes back into the mists of chamber music as she proceeds to pour a potent, near paralysing nightcap and shuffle away from the screen down a long corridor, fading to black in 'The Same Reply’.
Classic, aye.