Bearsuit 2025
Caledonian polymath travels abroad to spread his idiosyncratic synesthesia further and wider.
Radio Sessions
There’s no denying this pseudonym-brandishing artist has always had the nerve to go beyond the pale and explore psychedelic cityscapes on his own – taking fellow urban dwellers to ride shotgun for short periods of time whenever and wherever Eamon’s willing to allow for a company. Apparently, when Mr. Destroyer ventured off to visit a couple of broadcasting stations – one in England and one in Holland – in the late 2024, the rule still applied, and it didn’t really mattered that the Scottish artist was going it alone, despite needing to approach quite a few instruments and effects-issuing devices. Of course, the one-man ensemble managed to recreate the imaginary space outlined on "A Small Blue Car" and "We'll Be Piranhas" – plucking three pieces from each; what’s more important, he informed those numbers with new vitality, which cannot be achieved any other way when everything is sculpted right on the spot.
And this is, possibly, why the mini-album on display cannot get started any other way except with “Nothing Like Anything” that blends acoustic strum with electronic shimmer in the most exquisite, if gradually intensifying, manner, Eamon’s split-in-two voice and whistle pouring warm despair into the listener’s very soul, before “Underscoring The Blues” reaches out for resonant minstrelsy only to compromise its own ballad flow with dramatic splash of almost abstract sonics. But then, the cautiously cinematic “We’ll Be Piranhas” increases the singer-songwriter vibe via electric roll and gentle groove, which help The Destroyer exchange romantic menace for reflective sort of rapture, and the slowly opening “Silver Shadow” offers a funereal embrace to turn the intimacy of performance into delicate defiance. Here’s why the deceptively gloomy “Avalanche” just ought to invite lysergic light of hope, whereas “The Choirmaster” deliberately takes in minimalistic theatrical grandeur to enhance the closeness of the artist’s passionate delivery.
It’s easy to imagine Eamon in your living room: he’s the sort of saboteur you can trust with secrets and real estate alike.
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