If only every band on earth would play this kind of stuff we’d never have to fear violent psychokinetic outbursts from shoegazing Carries again. Like a music box from Bellevue’s catatonic ward, this guy/girl pair offers slow-drip electro waltz and obsessive acoustic guitar as support for their vocalisms, a Tricky-like angle where they try to weird each other out and bring on the spooks by lighting their faces with flashlights under their chins and making like Yoko Ono under hypnosis. Paint-drying fans, this one’s all you. Order at Young God Records
