I cannot restrain myself from sharing my newest discovery with you, which will hopefully provoke shivers to run down your spine, or at least brighten your day. If that happens, my mission today is accomplished.
Here goes Dry The River, representatives of a popular genre, who have decided to express themselves in a “pastoral” way. The circumstances and coincidences for the greatest events to happen are unforeseeable, and their combinations cannot be planned. What kind of a result could have been expected from a homeless punk rock drummer, writing songs in Norwegian, getting inspiration from his Alma Mater — medicine and anthropology, and an educated violinist? Nobody could have expected, thanks to crazy XXI century‘s circumstances for allowing that to happen. And let‘s rejoice in that.
Carefully selected notes and rhythm, like a fragile thread, ball up and form a rich roll of sounds. A delicate touch to every sound and combination awakens a relentless desire to see these guys’ live session. In London that is quite easy, as one can hear them in ordinary, low crowded pubs and small cosy concert halls.
After the first accords have rung out, the rumble of a train, widely used by the musicians of this genre, is most likely to be heard. But DTR’s lyrics contain questions and propositions, relevant to the current generation. This distinctive point is where I‘m about to leave you on your own with Dry The River. Now choose yourself.