Kite Club, ‘Esoterica’
published on 31st August, 2010

Ever been to the forest when it’s still dark out so that you’re awake to hear the near-invisible sounds of a thousand monsters coming to life through the woodlands as though you were in Fern Gully? They’re the kind of sounds Nicholas D Futcher, aka. Kite Club specialises in. Esoterica, his debut EP sets the mood for spring (in both senses of the word).



Think Malkmus forgeting his pop sensibilities and becoming freakishly obsessed with operatic intonations or Dirty Projectors acting all Grizzly. I don’t know about you, but ‘I’m on a plain, and I can’t complain’. The tone of this four track EP goes from sweeping road trip ballads to thumping jump-around battles with machines. With layers upon layers of orchestration, Futcher knows just how to write a grabbing song while not going overboard. Uber indie hipsters, you can leave your hat on. This is folk pop with Esoteric depth. 

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