London ensemble, Still Corners are, substantially, singer Tessa Murray
and musician/writer Greg Hughes. Together they have created a dense,
atmospheric debut with their album 'Creatures Of An Hour'. Stygian dreams abound.
The influence of 60's girl bands' and 80's synth-pop's darker moments permeates
the recording like a grey cloud. Monochrome moodiness is the order of the day!
There are ten numbers in the set and it is hard to imagine either of our
erstwhile hosts cracking a smile let alone grooving on down at their local
discotheque but this should not trouble us. Night's dolorous hues become them.
Ms Murray has the kind of voice which might trouble our loneliest moments.
Breathy and ephemeral, it hangs well-back in the mix like a shadow. Sometimes
it is barely present at all. In 'The White Season', for example, the vocals
hang in the air like a cold grey mist. The wintry harmonies are truly chilling.
Elsewhere, the folksy ambience of 'I Wrote In Blood' works hard to warm our
frozen bones but Mr Hughes' quasi-psychedelic arrangement undermines any real
possibility of a re-kindling of the flames for yet one more summer of love.
There is little emotional abandonment in this music; it is strictly controlled
in its single-minded mission to lull us into a sense of troubled insecurity.
'Velveteen', despite its tinkling bells, does little more to reassure us
that something transcendent may lay at the end of the rainbow and 'Demons',
with its baleful acoustic guitar and positively ghostly vocal performance, has
a suffocating presence which washes over us like an uninvited nightmare.
The Phil Spector-meets-Cocteau Twins clamour of 'Endless Summer' is, perhaps,
the mordant highlight of the set but I'm not quite sure how one would dance to it!
'Creatures Of An Hour' would not form the ideal background to a romantic
evening by the fireside (unless your date is possessed of a fine pair of
leathery wings and yellowing fangs!) but in its own singular way I was more than
convinced of its somber charms. It would nobly grace even the dankest sepulchre.
Cautiously Recommended.