every eye - once named, it enters the body concealed as magic

While their band camp describes their second ep (the aptly ethereal sounding ‘once named, it enters the body as magic’) as darkwave and noise pop, it reads as stylistically closer to the deconstructed club of 2010s Brooklyn. Every eye eschews the prototypical four-on-the-floor variations of standard darkwave, EBM, and industrial fare in favor of wispy, sparse percussion that is as fleeting as a tuft of dandelion on the wind. Similarly the vocals sound like the brink of sleep before fully hitting REM: fully apparent but always buried under a hypnotic haze.

Despite this, however, it would be a lie to say that every eye’s EP is not dripping in goth-fueled fervor. You’ll just be hearing more of the spacey sounds of coldwave greats Black Tape for a Blue Girl than you will, say, Clan of Xymox. But in a musical landscape currently overrun with shallow Cold Cave tribute acts inspired by goth’s resurgence via tik tok, getting back to its weirder instincts is as refreshing as it is necessary. 

every eye does not make music you’ll be hearing at goth clubs or goth nights anytime soon. Instead this is the kind of dreary, wistful music that fully encompasses goth’s more romantic tendencies. This is music for yearning on a rainy day when you’ve exhausted Joy Division and need to move to some deeper cuts. If the nyquil-induced stupor before it fully puts you out is what you’re looking for musically, then every eye’s once named, it enters the body concealed as magic may just be for you.