In another time, this might have been flung on the pile marked miserab list trip hop. A trudge of pastoral Copenhagen melancholia, hallmarked by despondent pianos, daggered string arches and waiflike, Bjork-Roisin Murphy vocals, ‘Embers’ slumps at the shoulders as if done-for. Bichi carries over the pessimism, harnessing industrial scuffs and stammers to a dub dirge keeping the coals burning sullenly.
3 Out Of 5
Reviewed By: Matt Oliver
