On the Horizon: Anotherworldly, DISA.

On the Horizon: Anotherworldly, DISA.

Think of an Icelandic lady. Hold her frozen in thought a moment, clench her tight, and ceremoniously throw her to the fires of disinterest, for as long as Ms. Guðmundsdóttir flatters to deceive with multimedial nonsenses in place of musical prowess, the door is open for the inscrutable North Atlantic islet to spew forth another starlet. And only time will tell if that may yet be Reykjavik’s Disa Jakobs, who is henceforth artistically recognised as DISA though that which becomes immediately apparent is that Jakobs is a talent aflame with fascination. She is, akin to her native realm, ‘cold yet compelling’ as she complies with the notion of an ever-present, ‘underlying risk of eruption.’ Though she has since uprooted and replanted in the fecund avant-garde landscape of Copenhagen, and certainly Sun is emblematic of a Nordic hybridising of the two disparate reaches: there’s an inscrutable volatility to it, as resonant clanking and ominous throbbing are thinly veiled by melodramatic swathes of sweeping majesty not dissimilar to those in which When Saints Go Machine are oft bundled up in. Ultimately, it’s nigh on impossible not to be swept away by it all, as marching toms thunder and pound their impressive way into an otherwise slight metaphysical canvas of whitish noises and darkened splurges of synthetic intervention, however it’s Jakobs’ slowly smouldering vocal which gradually catches like cinders in the roaring belly of an incinerator, only to inevitably abate and disperse akin to ashes atop an oceanic wind which seals the figurative deal here proposed. And certainly as it flickers to a grandiose crescendo, it sounds considerably more striking than anything Björk has radiated of late…

DISA’s SoundCloud.

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