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Just as their name suggests, The Kissaway Trail make gentle, pretty little tunes, and although the title of this tune sounds rather foreboding, it's anything but.
Finding themselves a nice little crevice in the soundscapes created by contemporaries such as Mercury Rev and Sigur Ros, The Kissaway Trail succeed in carving out a familiar but entirely original niche. So as you might expect there's some string parts, gentle guitars twinkling like cartoon stars, and then there's the ebbing lull of the vocals provided by Thomas Fagerlund which find themselves at that top end of the register favoured by the likes of Coyne and Donohue.
The final result is so spellbinding, that they could be singing about keeping the severed heads of teenage backpackers in their fridges, that you'd find yourself imagining dancing around in a magical pixie world so effective is their approach.
In a world that is clutching The Arcade Fire to their collective breast, you can well imagine The Kissaway Trail making something of an impression. It's said way too often in reviews, but The Kissaway Trail are well worth keeping an eye on.
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