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Experimental twee popster Half-Handed Cloud has a wild kaleidoscope of syrupy indiepop for your diabetic ears to eagerly absorb this week. Pitchfork have him down as a “hypercaffeinated Shins”, and certainly Mr Cloud’s soft falsetto and ridiculously catchy harmonies do invite comparisons to that band, but there’s all sorts going on here, the twisty-turny psych-pop of Of Montreal, the austere personality-crisis pop of the Wrens, the casually throwaway approach to pop gold of the Mae-Shi, the quirky, celebratory vigour of early Flaming Lips, the broadness of sonic palette that you’d associate with Sufjan Stevens (who produces here).
Listening to the album is a dizzying experience, flying from dreamy psych-pop harmonies to pummelling fuzz-pop to colourful Cornelius-esque soundscapes with a cavalier attitude to Cloud’s broad and quirky selection of instruments - “a female choir, manipulated recording tape, fuzz bass, clarinet, piano, Magnus air organ, trombone, stylophone, backpacker guitar and the sparkle and sputter of repurposed objects”. He seems to be singing about Jesus a lot which becomes increasingly unsettling. The amount of ridiculously catchy music that’s been squished into such short space of time certainly makes for a concise and baffling record full of gleeful sonic weirdness.
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