Album review: Karl Hyde, Edgeland (Universal)


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“Words slip through my lips and fall broken,” muses Karl Hyde in “Shadow Boy”, one of the nine tracks which comprise the Underworld singer's solo debut.

These are unsettling missives from the fringes, images snatched from late-night strolls, or through car and café windows, glimpses from a netherworld of fracturing society, set to amorphous, crepuscular music. Piano drifts like snowfall over “The Night Slips Us Smiling Underneath Its Dress”. It's an album as hard to pin down as fog, but redeemed by moments of transcendent beauty.

Download: Cut Clouds; Angel Cafe; The Night Slips Us Smiling Underneath Its Dress