Now, after the radio show, the car ride. EPIC45 playing on cd, their new album WEATHERING. This record will run all night long. It is a long car ride. Everything on the verge of falling apart in their songs, the birdsong, the church bells in the distance. Old damaged synthesizers (dying sounds like a gift from heaven), violins never sugaring the songs, softly intruding, softly disappearing. Here, the end of the world is Staffordshire. Your town always has a name, a list of former lovers, a map of nearly forgotten places: go there, and you know how it feels to be a ghost. Demons, curses and laughter. EPIC45 are masters of whispering. It is an old art: in their record collection we should find Talk Talk, Bark Psychosis, some early Syd Barrett stuff. Ben Holton and Rob Glover avoid big gestures: even in their most catchy moments, they are prepared to dissolve into air. Like a dying breed. These songs are lullabies for grown-ups that, strange enough, do not lull you into sleep: they keep you awake; there is always a glass of fine Merlot for your favourite ghost. Catch a pale memory and turn it into a song: hush, baby, hush. If you go to heaven in a car, be sure you´re drugged up with campfire songs. Everything merges with foggy shades. The houses of your childhood have to keep their dusk. Listening to EPIC45, is a wonderful affair. Tears are allowed to run, you drink miserable coffee, you´re running on empty. But, the funniest thing of all, at some point, you start smiling. Rewind. Peace out.
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„There is a long tradition of pastoral music capturing a quintessential Englishness, running from Vaughan Williams through the English folk tradition to more recent names like Robert Wyatt and Talk Talk. Further down this line you’ll find Epic45.“ (monoeits)