That show was just last Friday. Both bands were on form and very friendly to chat with, despite slightly less than ideal attendance. But I digress. On to In Heaven, Twin Sisters debut LP for Domino Records.
Its a delightful, gentle indie record with wide ranges in sound, but not mood (set at wispy), save for the bizarre standout Kimmi in a Ricefield, a cavernous, twisted, sci-fi story that anchors the middle of the record. Its also confidently sparse the band does well to occupy all the sonic gaps without completely filling them. Its a team effort, organized by Gabel DAmico smooth, technical bass play.
Those hoping for a record full of All Around-style funk guitars and catchy disco beats are forced to wait until Bad Street, the third track, which inspired a bit of dancing at Friday nights show. But the first two, Daniel and Stop, both set the albums alluring tone with lyrics like Saw you makin eyes at me / Hotels are loneliest. Andrea Estellas voice remains almost perpetually girlish and evasive, like she relishes playing hard to get.
Sandwiched between a pair of more boring tracks (Space Babe and Lunas Theme, which sounds like watered-down Beach House) Kimmi seems to simultaneously soar above and dive into a very deep, atmospheric environment, cast by an echoing drum machine and synths that ebb and flow. Wandering about with a boy, the narrator happens upon the sight of her dead sister, and the ghost haunting her. She turns to run through the rice field, which reaches out and consumes her.
Kimmi is a trippy moment of ugly action in an otherwise very pretty, lighthearted album full of scenery and emotive lyrics. It stands out. Similar is Gene Ciampi, in that it rides a towering spaghetti-Western guitar riff, but like much of the rest of the disc, its also characterized by Estellas cutely sung lyrics about a movie star with skin of bronze and a heart of gold. Its the best example of her girlishness on the record.
In Heaven is as carefully conceived a debut album youll hear for a while. And its got just enough catchy stuff with Bad Street and Gene Ciampi and meaningful stuff in Kimmi to beckon you to return to it. Its not quite shoegazey and its not truly pop, either, but some wispy, dreamy genre in between.