Reviewed by Bec Hennessy
I’m enamoured by how it manages to be both sparse yet dense. Pretty, yet foreboding – all without uttering a word. Kind of like the opening shot of some post-apocalyptic movie. A crisp sunny winters day shot of a lush field. But you know come nightfall it’s crawling with the undead.
To be honest I wasn’t enthralled with their stage presence. But maybe that’s the ‘gaze in the ‘doomgaze’ tag they (possibly tongue in cheek-ishly?) have suggested for themselves. But I can get over that, one of my favourite performers stands at the back preferably behind a screen. But here’s where I struggled: The haunting melodies didn’t haunt me, they were pretty but I wanted lush and sweeping. The crescendos were distorted and hard, but I wanted crushing and heartbreaking. I guess I was the only one, as during their set there was much head nodding and in the very few breaks a healthy amount of applause.
Personally I felt TWDY were upstaged by a support act by the name of Tangled Thoughts of Leaving. A delicious anarchy of instrumental piano jam noise rock. Beautiful, jarring and energetic. Front piano-man both headbangingly rocked those ivories then caressed their voodoo spirits.
Anyway, go check out TWDY. Convince me I’m wrong. Or discover Tangled Thoughts and thank me instead.