There's a strange beauty about the Charalambides, its taken me about ten listens before I've realised that they are just two guitars and a beautiful voice, no bass, no drums yet a warm, full sound, sometimes its sparse like at the start of Hope Against Hope, the fragile guitar line carefully mimicking the words of Christina Carter. Like most duos there has a been a romantic connection, Tom & Christina are by all accounts ex husband and wife.
Songs stretch and sprawl to upwards of fifteen minutes yet never outstay their welcome, they build but unlike say Godspeed, never to a climax of brutal white noise that has so regularly been used as the trump card for bands who like to stretch out their songs. Instead they build in beauty, the icy vocals stand apart like perfectly formed icebergs, the guitar lines are glacial and carefully picked, guiding their way like the Titanic through treacherous waters only to eventually end up crashing, yet far from disaster the collision causes something beautiful, the way a tragedy can sometimes reveal the true inner person, an opportunity to say what you've been holding in, to tell the one you love just how much they mean to you.
Imagine if Espers stripped right down and understood the beauty of slowness, the importance of the silence between the notes and the joys of spring.