And the gang invited the crowd to join them on stage, gave over their microphones and instruments, until the whole room was at one. A sense of warmth pervaded the club, smirks and sweat, much laughter and delight.
On record they construct a more ordered version of that same unpredictability. Striking a collapsing point, the music spreading outwards from a middle-eastern dub anchorage to futuristic and fluttering highs. Lizzi Bougatsos knows exactly when to enter, so her lilting, happy, winsomely explosive voice always feels like an event. Renewing the wobbly, lopsided rhythms with her flirtatious embrace of some optimistic, reachable unknown. Melodies ricochet, bass plunges deep, synth-stylistics glitter gold, Eye Contact is singular in it's pursuit of a chaotic paradise.
