By now, even I suspect that I simply add bands to the ANBAD ‘to do’ list based on the ludicrousness of their names.
There is, of course, an element of truth in all half-believable conspiracy theories, but really, while Dream Sick have a name that is stratospherically brilliant, it was their music, hidden behind a nameless link, that caught my attention.
That is rare enough, and the appropriate kudos should be sprinkled on them. But to do it with the visceral brilliance of the name Dream Sick shoved casually up their sleeves? Pride should be swelling their egos to Zeppelin size.
How to best address this without hyperbole?
Oh, I give up already: Caravel is dazzling in its downbeat glamour; precious but toughened, like an industrial diamond.
Here’s a song that is milky, nourishing and intimately comforting – all whilst acknowledging the transience of life and the importance of closeness. Yikes.
To recap: they’re called Dream Sick. And they’re lovelier than that name could ever suggest.