DØDSISHUL: “NEITHER COULD THE THISTLES”
When Copenhagen, Denmark’s Jesper Hviid isn’t making pristine, acoustic pop with hunch bettors, creating obscene guitar noise monuments with homemade fuzz pedals, which he and a buddy also sell, or a fistful of other things, he’s masquerading as DØDSISHUL, which translates as “death ice hole.” Using synths, Hviid‘s own voice, and the aforementioned menagerie of homebrew pedals, the project’s premiere tape I DEN GRØNNE LUND (trans: in the green land) weaves a self-styled apocalyptic narrative all its own. And no, we’re not overreaching on this one. When strung together, the song titles read like so: “UNLUCKY MAMMALS THEY COULDN’T OUTRUN DOOMSDAY NEITHER COULD THE THISTLES A BLACK HOLE SUCKED EVERYTHING.” Subtle it ain’t, but the blend of churchified synth oscillations and omnipresent shrieks of indeterminate, unearthly origin fit that theme nicely, while managing to play up their own heavy-handed approach in such a way that nothing seems overwrought. This isn’t a “DOOMSDAY” that happens with either a bang or a whimper, rather it’s an event that happens in a tiny thousand sequences strewn just between your left and right stereo channels. To that end, wear you nice headphones for this one and don’t worry if the sky begins to look a little stormy while you listen.
Written by Luke Carrell