Clue to Kalo One Way, It‘s Every Way
Sometimes when your heart is bruised you have to circle the wagons, so to speak. […]
Sometimes when your heart is bruised you have to circle the wagons, so to speak. So an elliptical album (bookended by “The Younger the Old” and “The Older the Young”) isn‘t a stretch for mortality-minded Australian Mark Mitchell on his second full-length of idyll symmetrics. Under the name Clue to Kalo, Mitchell presents the soft-focus, sun-dappled folksy jangle of melodic, melancholic laptop loops atop which linger the kind of hushed first-person versus personal tug-of-war familiar to fans of Elliott Smith and Death Cab for Cutie. If earth is just the rug underneath which our dead shed skin and unsure first steps are swept, One Way, It‘s Every Way is the dewy nostalgia that keeps the fabric evergreen.