Despite, on occasion, resembling the Cocteau Twins jamming with Roni Size at an elevator muzak convention, this collection of electrojazzydrumandbass from Margaret Fiedler and Guy Fixsen soothes and seduces with its supine grace. But beneath the sheen lurks a malevolence, like a dorsal fin forever threatening to break the surface of the water. It's present in Fiedler's lyrics ("That's how I got here/With pockets full of nothing and a head full of fear"), the jittery percussion of "Falling Down" and the off-kilter electro loops of "Fish For Nails". Spookily smooth.
Despite, on occasion, resembling the Cocteau Twins jamming with Roni Size at an elevator muzak convention, this collection of electrojazzydrumandbass from Margaret Fiedler and Guy Fixsen soothes and seduces with its supine grace. But beneath the sheen lurks a malevolence, like a dorsal fin forever threatening to break the surface of the water. It’s present in Fiedler’s lyrics (“That’s how I got here/With pockets full of nothing and a head full of fear”), the jittery percussion of “Falling Down” and the off-kilter electro loops of “Fish For Nails”. Spookily smooth.
