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MH-213 Clue To Kalo - Come Here When You Sleepwalk  Combining equally strong elements of laptop production, heartfelt vocals, and non-traditional songwriting, Come Here When You Sleepwalk is the extraordinary new release from Australian musician Clue To Kalo (Mark Mitchell). Featuring both down and uptempo tracks, the release's strengths are its ever-morphing melodies, keyboard lines, and drum machines, and understated vocals that never use more words or volume than necessary to set their mood. At first glance, the lyrics seem simple, yet they cut to the heart of their topic with precision. Damaged personalities, wounded relationships and underlying hope saturate tracks on a release that should establish Clue To Kalo as one of the finest songwriters and producers working in electronic music today. |
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| An elegant digital reverie - Mojo / Gorgeous sounds that seem so simple and effortless that they could almost come from the mind of a child - CMJ / Records like these give us cause to sing - Urb / Majestic - Logo / An album to dream with - BBC / A wonderful debut - All Music Guide |
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| Some dreams remain long after their initial spell has been cast. This debut album by 23-year-old Australian Mark Mitchell aka Clue to Kalo - is one such brilliantly unshakeable apparition. A powerbook poet with his head firmly buried in the clouds rather than some technical manual, Mitchell's enchanting minor melodies are cast across ever-shifting, structureless sands. Marvelously misplaced, Come Here When You Sleepwalk exists in a bizarre organic bubble, unaffected by passing trends and sonic straightjackets. Like Badly Drawn Boy overdosing on Boards of Canada, Clue to Kalo drifts along upon Mitchell's lovelorn vocal murmurs, around which, countless nervously restless noises loosely string themselves. Also reminiscent of the dusty downtempos of Mum and Dntel, these abstract pop tunes seem to have been shredded apart in some musical blender, upon which they've reconstructed themselves into fantastically wayward shapes. The sound-track for dreamily misspent summer days, beamed into our open arms gratefully early. Release of the month. - The Crack |
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