Ragman Roll, Her Name is Calla.

Ragman Roll, Her Name is Calla.

Despite shifting in shape, size and number, Her Name is Calla have resolutely maintained an unequivocal melodrama in their everything they’ve ever done. One senses its prime constituents, Tom Morris and Sophie Green, would rather cease to exist than compromise on this in any respect, and indeed it therefore feels fairly apt that their latest recording, Ragman Roll, sounds like the gradual though in no way undignified sinking of a once prestigious vessel. Tumbling keys recall both Michael Hadreas and Ludovico Einaudi all at once, whilst Morris’ affected, breathy vocal will surely resuscitate the Thom Yorke comparisons to have long since bedevilled the band. Though to return to abandoned allegory, if they’re this time out not sounding altogether High And Dry then Down is the New Up and in channeling yet more unimpeachably glum desolation, they again combine to conjure something all but entirely worth tuning into – attentions undivided.


Choppers and sniffers now evacuated, Her Name is Calla play 93 Feet East later on tonight.

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