A landscape of visceral, heady music occasionally foraying into a silent, drunk and dark place.
An almost nonexistent tempo is the basis for this great album, which is a landscape of visceral, heady music occasionally foraying into a silent, drunk and dark place. Always ill at ease, the mood occasionally shifts, as it does on Darling Hills, which doesn't completely embrace its concluding Latin jazz sound but still combines it well with a neverending sack of despair. Funnily enough, the album is quietly brilliant and part of this is due to its coming from a very personal place.
McKee shows that he's an accomplished multi-instrumentalist and composer, and any Australian indie film-maker toying with a foray into The Hunter or Noise territory need look no further for the score to their next project. The highlight of Burning Boy is McKee demonstrating that he still has plenty left in the tank to give.
This week new sets drop from Thy Art Is Murder, Refused, Batpiss and more.