Hachiku's debut is a strange little obscurity dressed in mainstream clothes, or possibly it's the other way around.
Self-described as "modern opera rock meets princess fairy pop" it's more like pushing that fairy through a speaker grill then taping it back together with a lullaby. Beginning with moments of intentional blowout and ending with the cold abruptness of a winter morning wake-up, the EP folds itself purposefully into the shape of a dream, peppered with adorable dissonance, oblique fidelity and deliberately distorted landmarks. Underneath all the ethereal grit, it's exactly as good as listening to someone else describe said dreams.
