Blog: Dots & Dashes

What with the rotting bark of insufferably twee branches of "folk" and "anti-folk" (alongside any other prefix-addled genre imagined as delusional escapism from pigeonholing) falling from the trees of the softer musical persuasion and poisoning the mainstream, it's reassuring to finally stumble across the magical realms of Copenhagen's Efterklang . As endearing as Hjaltalín's soothing bassoon blasts were wafting over lyrics of Myspace misinterpretations, the hoards of contrived Twickenham tykes eclipsed any true originality, smearing suffocating fiddles over a monotonous mire of hopeless harpings on broken strings, from both hearts and guitars. Efterklang are hardly sure-fire bets to permeate [...]