It will take a while to peel back every coat of nuance and each thread of subtlety, but the rewards of the journey will be worth it.
Life After Defo is both complex and accessible, intricate and immediate.
Softly building from scant foundations, this is a record where subtle and restrained emotion is the driving force.
Scattered with the odd moment that’ll leave you in no doubt that Woolhouse is far from the finished product, he nonetheless offers glimpses of a talent that is at times unrivalled.
Taken as a whole, it’s a pretty, enveloping record that executes its modern influences with panache, though the intangible, purely aesthetic nature of Woolhouse’s vaguely downhearted emotional state makes it hard to appreciate Defo as anything other than luxurious ambient icing.
Deptford Goth sounds a bit trapped in his own head, starved for collaborators to challenge him out of his neatly shaped comfort zone.
Isolated, electro-blues that fill the bedroom with an emotional shyness that doesn't dare to open the window.
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