On the Horizon: Cholombia, to L.A., to Seattle, to Belgian Fog.

On the Horizon: Cholombia, to L.A., to Seattle, to Belgian Fog.

From the littoral mists of our South Coast and Cholombian, to Belgian Fog via Seattle (via L.A.) Robert Dale is now in our midst to perpetuate this morning’s insistent pangs for those more amorphous musical forms out there. And his début track Wait For Help – outed just last week, and up below – is something of a kooky cry to Dan Snaith to my ears; a plea for a pen and a paper headed up with Jiaolong blurb. It’s sublime, studied off-kilt pop nagging at the avant-garde, Dale’s vocal swaying uncontrollably between lofty falsetto and honed groan as he laments: “Why did I wait for help for so long? Why did I wait to get help ’til I was too far gone?” And immediately evocative of much of Caribou’s esteemed Swim, Snaith: if you’re reading, you’ve a protégé if not in need, then apparently in want of your abetment right here…

Belgian Fog’s SoundCloud.

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