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Django Django - Wor / Skies Over Cairo

Wor / Skies Over Cairo by Django Django

A band journeying from song to song and from strength to resplendent strength, Django Django display a verdant and very welcome continuity regarding their calorific approach to musical composition, a form of songwriting which is wholly Djangorous highly distinctive and easily vocalizes their kaleidoscopic sensibilities and multi-genred ingenuity. What we have here is the latest and much anticipated second release from a bouldering bunch of J.K.Rolling Stones, who have managed to gather a melodic wealth of exciting and critical moss through their many recent live and performative sojourns to our northern and southern climes; the fruits of which are intricately evident for all to hear, during this small yet perfectly hewn slice of sonic wizardism.

 

Side A. WOR

The Sirened and serendipitously misspelt WOR wages a rattlesnaking guitar and a full on maracattack of a track, albeit a pulling up of your britches brew, and limb-jerking Battle Broth to be ceremonially quaffed from a bullet strafed Rockabillycan. Neff’s whooping hollers come battle cries resound a ricocheting touché throughout this concussively percussive track, with a vehicular and skiffling rawness which justly passes its muster come melodic MOT test in the only Surf Garage that matters a damn.

 

Side B. Skies over Cairo

Tommy’s carnauba waxed keyboard sonorously surfs us up and through a digital Saharan sea safari, from wind dappled dune to wind dappled dune this tune happily fails to disappoint. A stunning song which Bo Diddley Squat Thrusts it’s way pelvically into the limelit grooves of their honey B-sweetside, ushered along by the tribally quiffed pummelling of Maclean’s not so hum-drums. A muscular ditty which is further flexed by Dixon’s bicep’d bass’ophony, which proffers us some hieroglyphic pistols at dawn, weapons with which we’re now able to smoke some emboldened and fine line dancing camels; jiggling about haphazardly on their cumbersome camel-toes, kicking up a sandstorm of

interest, and taking it to the humpback bridge.

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