:: This Night

Destroyer

A bit weak on first listen, this album does have a subtle, feminine power that gains strength with every listen. The syncopated, delayed rhythm exists in a mirror-world, one that tends to pull the listener in, slowly but determinately. Flavours of early Syd Barrett without the clarity of his vision; the steady hum and loll of Morning of the Earth. There is a couple here that get that sound Pink Floyd was toying with on Ummagumma. I’m reminded of the phenomenon that often occurs when listening to Ragha music, a music that, to Western ears, lacks structure. But the structure is simply more complex than what we are used to, so we end up being drawn into the web, on a higher plane, dizzy. Destroyer may not be overly complex, but they have captured that lost feeling in this album, a feeling of letting go, which is bolstered by the lo-fi production. Again, flashes of old Sebadoh seven-inches done on two-tracks, fuzzy warm feedback. It seems to be the Melbourne indie sound now. You always get this unconscious homogenisation of sounds in any live music town in any given period, and the trick is to find out who is pushing that envelope. Destroyer is at least on the edge, maybe further.