Word association can be pretty depressing. When someone mentions Finland to you, your instincts should tell you to go for the lakes, the stunning landscapes, even Lapland. It’s shameful when you’ve got to admit that it’s a pretty barren management spell with the country that leads you to be groping for the name ‘Roy Hodgson’, and the waves of self-loathing that come afterwards are fully justified. It’d be a very slim minority of people that would associate the country with slick, future-garage esque production values, textured samples and bass, but then life is full of surprises. Forest Cry comes from Helsinki, but he sounds like he could’ve been lurking in the basements of London, doing residencies at local clubnights, making mixes to distribute amongst his friends and hustling. Maybe that’s what he’s doing in Helsinki, maybe it’s got a scene utterly bustling with acts like this – but someone who thinks that a failed Liverpool manager is representative of an entire country probably isn’t the one to tell you that. Either way, this is irresistible, and repeat listens only make you wish that there were more than two tracks to sink your teeth into.
Forest Cry – Please Stay
Forest Cry – White Hawk