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We can all look upwards and see the heavens as the very epitome of what gives us intrigue, imagination and wonder, what guides us and keeps us grounded, that no matter how hard we try to punch a hole through the great beyond, something inside of us will always cling to the marble we inhabit as it goes around the sun, a piece of us will always see the Marble Skies and understand whilst cannot touch what is through the void, the void will seek us out and make us find our soul.

London’s Django Django have that uncanny ability of seeking out the passion within the void, of allowing themselves to be thought of a standard bearer in the search to see beyond the blue, slate grey and fiery sunsets that the sky possesses and grab hold of all the spectrums that land in between, a marble sky, one in which the colours filter through like a surreal wave driven painting and the faded glory that comes when you cut through it with a sharp blade.

Marble Skies is that special feeling when you look up from the brow beaten path you have been led upon and see that the heavens are actually spectacular, that there is a rainbow to be found in the hardest of downpours and in the marble effect, there is an abundance of wealth to be seen.

The Four piece band make the album ring out in style, the barbed effervescence, the dashing sense of perspective and the upbeat mood all collide as if they have been pre-destined to find a way to smash into the listener’s mood and rack it up several notches, furiously cool, hot without ever become sickly sweet, a Rock album that has no issue with garnering the best elements of pop.

In tracks such as Surface To Air, Champagne, Sundials, In Your Beat and Fountains, Django Django play with the perceptions of the listener, like the best Noir, it alludes to one state of affairs but in actual fact is a very different game being played and by doing so it adds a dangerously wonderful hue to the spectrum already on offer.

Marble Skies is art in its place and one that stalks out of the boundaries imposed by others, like a colouring book in the hands of the artistic genius, lines are only meant to be seen as a guide, not as law, and Django Django readily go outside of the lines in their search for greatness.

Ian D. Hall