Double Echo’s most obvious traits
lie, unsurprisingly for a music group, in their sound. Theirs is the sound of
bedroom walls painted black, of fringes always being flicked away by
spliff-bearing hands and of the ritual of self-enforced abject misery. It might
even make you think of dusty old episodes of Top Of The Pops from the 80s that
you’ve not actually seen.
Some comparisons are easy; Double
Echo project the baritone drawl of Ian Curtis, the squawling, reverb-laden
guitar of The Cult and the at times eerie and measured bass runs of The Fall.
Is it original? Is it pastiche? Who cares? At least it’s good; a confident and
assured blend that lends a certain mystique to the record. Opener Black Morning
speeds away musically, but is locked into its groove by a vocal performance
that jumps ahead and falls behind at will.
Without Ceremony’s beginning
evokes the sound and feeling of losing your last credit on Space Invaders. The
rest of the song is a breeze through dystopian hotel lobby paranoia that gets
you up and exploring.
Double Echo? Not enough. You’ll
be telling everyone.
EP can be downloaded for free HERE and/or streamed below.
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