The crest of neo-folk rootsiness and songwriterly dark dramatics kicked in a few years ago by Anna Calvi and Beirut are brought into mandolin-by-Mariachi horns focus, given dark romance by the Rat Pack-esque crooning of DeRosa. Calvi’s vampires-in-a-church-with-a-Gretch aesthetic works perfectly for the ex-La Monte Young student DeRosa, his plaintive croon resonating around Black Halo like Dean Martin in an old school Presbyterian chapel on a mountain in deepest south Wales…
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The opening pair of Fools Razor and The Sun Is Crying kind of sings it all – the former offers us a romantic teen-beat shangri-la that evokes scenes of open-air cinemas, wind-ravaged dustbowl towns and the obligatory convertible driving into the distance, complete with desired partner cooing into the driver’s ear, soda in one hand, gun in the other.
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