On the Horizon: cosmic intensity, fayaway.

On the Horizon: cosmic intensity, fayaway.

i need a bf, as an idiom in itself, may recall adolescent scrawls indelibly inscribed on pencil cases containing nothing but a polychromic array of sickly scented gel pens, but that’s not to say that the song of that same name from fayaway – a particularly extraordinary Brooklyn-based jazz-pop troop – pertains to such artless simplicity. For built up as the heady climax to an exhilarating EP entitled wavelengths, it’s complexity incarnate and although the term may often intimate toward an arduous listening experience, the way in which this one so gracefully ebbs and flows allows for the beholder to get caught up in its graceful undertow to then be cajoled into undiluted appreciation without even the slightest bit of resistance.

Morgan Heringer’s vocal unprecedentedly versatile as it flutters from softened Shara Worden candour (“I need a boyfriend like a fish needs a bicycle” she at one point so candidly proffers) to heaving PJ Harvey caterwaul, so too the intricate soundscapes constructed beyond change from pliable shush to cataclysmic hubbub. Indeed, the transition from one to t’other is rendered complete somewhere around the acme at which Heringer snarls with ardent intensity: “Everything’s constantly turning to shit, and I wanna be ready if I’m gonna get hit.” A cynic might insinuate that this is a quintessential example of myriad styles being hurled into the one composition, its authors in turn returning to see what’s stuck although what we’re left with is in fact an astonishingly cohesive piece incorporating everything from vocal aerobics to vociferous crescendo; cosmic jazz accentuation, to contemporary transatlantic indie execution akin to St. Vincent et al. Thus whatever else may be unceremoniously dumped off in your direction today, we’d strongly reckon on this one sticking…

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