Salt is crystalline. When examined up close it's angular and beautiful. Salt intensifies all flavors. When rubbed into open wounds it amplifies the pain. Sweat tastes like salt. Sex tastes like salt. And it so happens that the latest EP from Len Sander is called Saltlick, and aptly so.
What we have here is a sound that developed and ripened since the band debuted in early 2015. The production became ruthlessly taut, modern and angular. The narrative thickened as well. The tortured love, channeled in such exquisite high fidelity previously, is now an entangled, sensually overdriven network of knots. It’s an intricate, fragmented jigsaw puzzle consisting of lovers future, past and present, often co-existing as a series of conflicted emotions, and always heavily reeking of sex. In essence, this EP is a simulation of the contemporary, urban love experience.
The confidence and maturity displayed on this EP is not coincidental. The band has been touring extensively in support of their Phantom Garden LP, sharing stages with luminaries such as Róisín Murphy and the Sofa Surfers along the way. Their stage-craft became so expert and polished that when Jericho Keys of the BBC saw them live, he immediately contacted their management to get their songs on air.
This year is still young and we're all curious where Len Sander will end up when it ends.