It is 12:27 AM. I am walking home from work at a shallow pace; a thin silhouette outlined by the faint, inner-city glow. Yet something feels different tonight. An anxious air breathes down the neck of routine; a wintered shiver surges through my frail foundations. The murky, suburban glow begins to burn brighter across cement and tar. The curtains have been drawn from every window. Brooding eyes cast spotlight gazes from their household frames. My footsteps hasten, but soon I realise I am only stumbling further into a world that is not my own. A world where the voyeurs peer outward. A world where the comfort of suburbia is shadowed by a sinister gloom.
Dumbsaint's 'Panorama, in ten pieces.' transcends both the concept of an album and film score. It is the very atmosphere and embodiment of Sydney's darkest corners. Dumbsaint have traced the streets, and peered through the keyholes of the inner-west, creating a world that has perfectly captured its beauty and darkness. Each track brings the listener further into this world, ensnaring them in motions of fear, calm, isolation, safety, brutality, and surrealism. 'Panorama, in ten pieces.' creates a complex and unique story in the mind of every listener. A story that seems to only spiral deeper with every listen.