Manyfingers
Our Worn Shadow

THE REVIEW

THE CONSUMED SHADOW

Chris Cole, aka Manyfingers, is a talent; his music is a sonic emphasis that highlights a nearly racist, phobic, and melancholic musical henotheism. His album flows fluid and majestic on the engine of our emotions.

Piano, cello, classical guitar, accordion, banjo, and rare voices, create sonic atolls that recall Four Tet and Godspeed You! Black Emperor, brushing upon the languid and fragile shells of Rachel's and the minimalist, fading approach of Wim Mertens. Chris Cole's compositions are an unpredictable and layered life, developing a frenetic and nervous sound that culminates in a sea of calm alchemy, capable of nurturing pleasures and tensions born from our illusions that exist in the shadow of reality.

Electronic and post-rock, indietronica or folktronica, there is no precise style; this album innovates and develops the Bristol scene in a sensitive and naive way, offering emotions and poetry, modernity and malleability.

"Our worn shadow" is a cascade of notes, at times a melancholic dripping; the cyclical and pathos-laden motifs are the ideal background for a visionary journey with soft and reddish lights illuminating European capitals, foggy or clear, at dawn or dusk, or in the dead of night, each so different and yet so alike in front of the future, places that live while being dead in themselves, land that surrounds but gives light to our time... and when in "3 forms" the cello, solid and dark, makes way for the piano, haughty and minimal, one realizes that a faint light can reveal a splendid gem hidden behind the shadow...