There is a sleek, sophisticated complexity to The Nightjars, sucking in the city around them, processing its romances and delights; but urban darkness is trawled in too. Beautiful, geometric hints at violence knot under the surface. Autisms come online; a fuzzy fury of sickle-cell feedback scratching the moon. Ollie sings like a blind man unknowingly willing the world to hear the shapes he sees in the dark. Rumours abide that they murdered and devoured Talking Heads for not being angry enough. Look on, ye lesser combos, and despair!

CocOen for Sandman Magazine

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