Wednesday, 17 February 2010
Head up to Dalston and somewhere you'll find a dungeon. Except it isn't really a dungeon, it's a bedroom belonging to Marmaduke's. His day job is soon to be a-touring the country with soon to be massive Babe Shadow, who are supporting the gargantuan pop machine and Florence. The aforementioned guitar-slingers are purveyors of timeless, rousing good-time melodies, irresistibly constant little reminders to seize every moment and lose yourself at the same time.
Marmaduke's nascent output is altogether more fractured, blessed with far too much light for it ever really feel like a dungeon. Sure, in brobdingnagian adventure there are moments that flicker with harrowing possibilities, but on the whole it feels like a glorious sojourn in the shade.
Marmaduke's - brodingnagian adventure