Daedelus - Denies the Day's Demise
If you think Daedelus is a weird name, just know that the man behind the mask is one Alfred-Weisberg-Roberts, a musician and producer from Los Angeles. Yes, we're in oddball electronica territory here. Denies the Days Demise is full of choppy rhythms, shuffling beats and Latin flourishes. It works half of the time.
At My Heels, a cinematic mix of breaks, violins and spoken word, makes for an intriguing and refreshing opener. Sundown follows. Succesfully juxtaposing melancholy vocal and electronics with carnival percussion and a clapping crowd (you can imagine Daedelus stuck in a tiny recording studio with a 20 strong band), it builds up quite a head of steam.
Denies the Days Demise doesn't always work so well, however. Often Daedelus would seem to be the equivalent of an over-zealous cook; happily chucking in a pinch of this or a handful of that, without much consideration for the final dish. Some of the electronic sounds here really aren't very pleasing to the ears. Take, for example, the fuzzy noise running through Like Clockwork Springs, or Our Last Stand's gradual progression into something akin to a (bad) rave tune. Then there's Lights Out, the ideal accompaniment to a Tom and Jerry cartoon - with out-of-the-blue tempo changes, xylophone, perilous strings and, yup, what I take to be the squeal of an angry cat. As a cut and paste piece, it's imaginative, but ultimately it feels rather too sketchy.
In fact, this is a charge which could be levelled at the record as a whole. Parts are inspired, and parts are - frankly - a mess. Perhaps this is the risk you take in going out on a limb. Those looking for quirky, offbeat Latin music to drift from their speakers over the summer months may want to save their hard-earned pennies for Yellow Fever!, the forthcoming Señor Coconut album, instead.