MV Carbon slips greasy tunes between perished rubber mats and smears it on the parquet.
This mixture of ultra-brilliant-synth-darkness and Rumplestiltskin slow-rap makes me think of Steel Pulse raised on home-dubbed noise tapes rather than heavy Handsworth pressure.
Fluent and fluttering ‘whaps’ coil Uzumaki-style under sheets of neon-blue keyboard. It’s fair addictive! It’s fair intoxicating.
Lightening shudders in freeze-frame, a zoetrope in sound. But the one constant is the voice…the voice and the song.
For where would we be without the song eh? The human voice all tra-la-la adding an essential blood-warmth to your regular lute or sackbut etc. And it’s the song that gets you here on ‘The Sun Will Turn on You’. MV Carbon’s simple song, half-remembered by any parent or nurse; familiar as mumps yet distant as those splendid ivory toothpicks.
