CD Review – Picastro (Dark, contemplative, indie folk)
Picastro weave a tapestry of artful melancholy, heartache and musical addiction on their fourth album. “The Stiff” is a cello-led mind-screw that sounds like it came straight from a Stanley Kubrick film. The 80 second “Suttee” is the band at its gloomy best with nothing but the band rhythmically beating a box (or something similar) and all of them singing “I will never (sing, love, live, breathe, or some variance therein) again.”
The album is full of minor keys, oddly cryptic sounds (especially on “A Neck in the Desert”) and general weirdness, but it is strangely addictive. It’s just like a Kubrick film. Everything about it is unsettling, but you can’t help but to go back for more.