17th Jul 2012
Working in shadowy monochrome, four men pitch and sway reservedly to the abrasive rush spun by their hands and throats.
The song is called Cornea, and the four men, who are from Sweden and play instruments together under the name Suis La Lune, don’t throw themselves around with the abandon we might expect from music this embattled. The lack of visual stimulation is at first something of a non-sequitur, but makes more sense as it unfolds. This is craftsmanship we’re watching, rather than a spectacle in bombast.
Much the same as this Riala, Suis La Lune’s first full length since 2006’s Quiet, Pull the Strings!, doesn’t always occupy the blasted musical and emotional landscape synonymous with a red-raw vocal scrape and the guileless passion in lines like ‘the first time I held your hand, I shook like a leaf’. Yes, Suis La Lune’s two guitars can be writhing bolts of plasma, cutting songs from blocks of static. Sparks shower off, and instead of falling and expiring, rise glowing as flames to the sky. The first band to carve that comparison into my cortex were from El Paso – make of that what you will. But there is a hope and beauty to Riala that was present in that second wave of the dirty word, doe-eyed Romeos picking their way from the belly of the States and into a lesser circle of obscurity. The driving bass and rickety hats that propel the chiming Midwestern midsection of Stop Motion, the dextrous, interlocked arpeggios that open In Confidence, these are exemplary exercises in genre. The rolling piano at the close of Wishes and Hopes, or the dabs of brass that accompany this and Remorse are surprising in their context but never extraneous.
I think what I’m trying to say is that Riala is the most beautiful piece of ‘heavy’ music that I have heard so far this year. You should hear it too.