Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 7.5/10
As sure as eggs is eggs, sometimes you just got to mix up the variety of whatever comes out of the fowl and know that you can turn into a dish fit for a king, or at least offer something new with the equipment available.
Scrambled Limbs self titled debut mini album takes all the eggs available and gives them a fitting service of rememberance, a celebration of mixed emotions and experimentation that at times is mesmerizing and certainly magnetic enough to garner the attention of the listener without losing any interest over the entire enterprise.
The six songs are soaked in the ideal of making the most of what comes to hand, if the ingredient isn’t there then move on, of there are two of something, use them both and whatever the outcome at least at the very end of the recording there is a tale in which to tell those who listen intently of how identity is rediscovered when least looking for it. It is in the search for the amazing in us which leads us to find the unique sound in which our voice may be heard.
The extreme approach may looked for when thinking of Scrambled Limbs, the branching off in different directions, of a semblance of Jazz motif without ever hitting that genre and grooves that stride across several boundaries and taken to the edge of their limit as if left by a conquering army on the way to a capital and the seat of government.
With songs such as Vacherin, Reveal at Dawn and Tireless Pursuit making the mini album veer from the fringes and more a central piece of performance, the musical palate is awash with colour and definition without looking as if the dyes and paints haven’t run into each other with gaudy tinted effect.
An interesting debut which holds together well and blushes at the thought, remarkable in its achievement and one that has set itself no limitations; Scrambled Limbs is no disjointed effort, it is knotted as if in sync with calm and painstaking precision and proves that anything can capture the moment if given true worth.
Ian D. Hall