On the Horizon: Dismantling the Portmanteau, The Little Unsaid.

On the Horizon: Dismantling the Portmanteau, The Little Unsaid.

As a portmanteau, I can’t say I’ve yet been particularly convinced by the fusion of folk and electronica that is, at least purportedly, folktronica. I guess Deco Child makes for just about the best example that springs to mind of a cogent conflation, though otherwise it’s a nebulous genre categorisation to say the least. And yet still, there’s a brilliant lucidity to Midnight On An Island from London’s John Elliott, aka The Little Unsaid, on which the flippant erraticisms of electronica quite patently meet with the lukewarm homelinesses of folk to form one of the supposed genre’s grandest successes thus far. Surrealist lyrics of “fell asleep on a hill and woke up under the turf” burrow their way beneath crystalline surges of lavish orchestration à la Clint Mansell or Jason Swinscoe composition, gossamer-like webs of slight rhythmic intricacy, and a protuberant post-disco bass line to sow seeds that flourish once allowed to thrive in the mind. “Don’t know why you are here”? Give this one a spin and it might all become that bit clearer…

The Little Unsaid’s SoundCloud.

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