EAMON THE DESTROYER – We’ll Be Piranhas

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EAMON THE DESTROYER –
We’ll Be Piranhas

Still nothing like anything: a second bout of beautiful noise deepens the mystery in the most predatory ways.

Following this performer is like walking blindfolded on a tightrope because the listener can never be sure whether they’ll reach the other side of the aural abyss he’s offering or fall into whatever trap he’s set. So while the trip the Scottish enigma took his flock on with "A Small Blue Car" in 2021 felt beguilingly mournful, his sophomore adventure should seem disturbingly entertaining, if no less introspective, as promised by “Humanity Is Coming” the first time around. Possibly inspired by the detour into remixes, “We’ll Be Piranhas” has much more assertiveness about it, yet Eamon’s romanticism upped the ante too, in terms of both sonic spectrum and melodic meander, although The Destroyer’s avant-garde leanings are still tangible here. And that’s exactly where the album’s thrills reside.

Yes, imagining strings being tuned up and electronic lines being bent down may help eager ears locate a proper wave to ride into “The Choirmaster” whose solemn orchestral soundscape and soft instrumental purr provide the artist with space to spread his vocal wings and fly towards alluring guitar riffs and effervescent swirl of synthesizers before alighting back on solid surface to contrast acoustic strum of the angry “Rope” and see it tighten for a shoegaze dance and suicidal shimmer. But then, there’s hope throbbing in the veins of “Sonny Said” which bulge with folk groove that’s woven into cosmic raga and exquisite psychedelia – only “Underscoring The Blues” adds gloom to this reflective, faux-symphonic yet exhilarating, space, so the platter’s pseudo-patinated title track isn’t intimidating despite the sinister fairground organ bolstering voice and licks. Unsurprisingly, the chamber atmosphere, warm choruses and flamenco lace of “A Pewter Wolf” exude sympathy for familiar predators, and the thick textures of “A Call Coming” beckon them home until “My Stars” shapes a tranquil finale out of muscular twang and half-spoken lyrics – and appends a hidden hypnotic coda to the record’s agenda.

It’s a code the listener is supposed to crack – but the process of cracking feels much more important, and much more pleasant, than the possible results of such an effort.

*****

December 7, 2023

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