NICE! Always nice (especially in today’s fractured Information-overload hub) to encounter a new artist or group fully arrived – fluffing their tail feathers like they OWN it, coz, like, they Do. The lazy grin of roots Reggae and Dub-step informs ‘WHO KILL’s heart, but its numerous limbs unfurl hungrily into diverse sonics. Delicate pinches of retro-Soul croon and Billie Holiday mew (miao? Whatever – those tender, sparkly feminine vocalisations) are sprinkled like magic ingredients into the busy-body, polydextrous festival of their sound (a nod to their apt name). The unlikely harmony of snipped, tickled and brokenly related elements recalls the stubborn and gifted musicality of Gang Gang Dance, while their scruffily buoyant momentum evokes the sun-drenched naughtiness of The Avalanches. Damned if the band wasn’t raised on a steady diet of the most audacious and brilliant of mixtapes. Whatever their intake, Tuneyards wield a gifted metabolism. Their exhalations – at least as evidenced on WHOKILL – betray a mastery at once giddy and snug. This is N-I-C-E reconfigured to spell Deliciousness.
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