Crooned by a blissful flurry of soothing sensual songs, Radiate Like This left its impression. An elegant stride through resonant pleasantries that had me seeking more. Disappointed by Heads Up, we lastly arrive full circle, at their origins. The Fool is a subtly engrossing record of broody chromatic Post-Punk, shimmering with dissonant melodies that fracturing its intensities. Through its dreary tapestry, blooms of saturation erupt. Spearheaded by sharp grooves, illusive voices and swelling guitar licks, each song is armed with a convergence from its apparently unsettled nature. Charcoal aesthetics, smothered in ash and rain, the glum exterior harbors gems, sequestered by its overcast skies. I adore the oxymoron. Bleak and pale, lost and aimless yet human colors seep through its pours as the melancholy evaporates.
Its a matter of chemistry that can hit or miss, mostly striking the mark. Composure for example never quite escapes its own shadow, stuck with a soft gloom. Bees on the other hand walks into a trap. Its initial grim frictions overturned with a triumphant baseline chime. Undertow sidesteps the duality entirely with its endearing warmth upfront from the get go. Variety lends itself textually with acoustic leaning songs, some occasional warbling electronics and sparing use of pianos. The Fool has sturdy foundations yet an illusive chemistry, its feet in two halves, a curious glowing charm.
Rating: 7/10