David Eu­gene Ed­wards & Alexan­der Hacke

RISHA

Metal Hammer (UK) - - Subterrane­a - DOM LAW­SON

GLITTERHOU­SE TWO MYS­TI­CAL, MER­CU­RIAL MAV­ER­ICKS FOR THE PRICE OF ONE

ASIDE FROM THE

ob­vi­ous fact that this col­lab­o­ra­tion will send or­gas­mic rip­ples through left­field and art rock cir­cles ev­ery­where, there is a cer­tain charm and logic to the idea of David Eu­gene Ed­wards’ im­pe­ri­ous voice find­ing a new home amid the freeform clat­ter of Alexan­der Hacke’s alma mater, Ein­stürzende Neubauten. As shrewd ob­servers may have pre­dicted, Risha of­fers no such pro­saic meet­ing of styles. As the sim­mer­ing, bub­bling tex­tures of Trip­tych weave their way into the fore­ground, the Woven­hand fig­ure­head ap­pears, dis­em­bod­ied, slathered in re­verb and croon­ing with a hith­erto un­heard soul­ful re­straint. Mean­while, Alexan­der’s frac­tured back­drop of plucked acous­tics and lay­ered in­ter­fer­ence ebbs and flows around the singer’s res­o­nant vow­els and con­so­nants like psy­che­delic tides on fast for­ward. It’s truly be­witch­ing and quite un­like any­thing else you’ll hear this year… and we’re less than five min­utes in. What fol­lows, from the warped and wired krautrock of All In The Palm to Lily’s cu­ri­ous blend of claus­tro­pho­bic elec­tro-psych, lo-fi jan­gle and arena rock up­lift, is spell­bind­ing and pro­foundly dis­con­cert­ing in equal mea­sure. Even some­thing as seem­ingly throw­away as the two-minute Kiowa 5 feels like some wild spec­tral dash through alien land­scapes, re­plete with the rush of an on­com­ing storm and the hiss­ing whine of what may well be bag­pipes. David re­mains an ephemer­ally hu­mane pres­ence through­out, his spir­i­tual pre­oc­cu­pa­tions less read­ily gras­pable here, re­placed by dis­quiet and a hint of the sur­real. On the sleepy, har­mo­nium hymn of Breath­taker, he sings in a gen­uine state of rap­ture. Again, be­witch­ing.

Both mu­si­cians are audi­bly enjoying to­tal free­dom here. As much an ex­er­cise in con­jur­ing en­tirely un­prece­dented at­mos­pheres as it is an act of metic­u­lous songcraft, Risha is de­signed for soli­tary lis­ten­ing, prefer­ably in to­tal dark­ness and, in­evitably, with mor­tal­ity cast­ing its cruel shadow across your doorstep.

FOR FANS OF: WOVEN­HAND, SWANS, ULVER

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