The EP orients us in a folk-world with a precise and uncanny cartography.  

Triangle feels like a gleeful subversion of the group’s doo-wop moniker, instead embracing firmly folky form and instrumentation (I’m thinking of the acoustic guitar, fiddle, and woody snare). ‘Last year’ and ‘One to speak’ recall ballad tradition, with long narrative episodes and fiddle interludes, a form which honours the project’s literary and mythic sensibility. In ‘Last Year’, an anxious and confessional mode is halfway transfigured into a miniature galloping epic: someone’s recollection “last winter was a mess / it tore my heart right out” later becomes “the fog was far too thick and wide to galvanize / all of the terrors that await.”  The following two songs, ‘More Time’ and ‘Hesitate’ map out the rest of the Dimensions’ sylvan universe. In ‘Hesitate’, storytelling becomes fragmented where our timid bard is joined by a gruff companion, making for wryly pantomimic staging. 

The final two tracks come as a pair. They skirt the edges of the established imagery, moving towards something like the city and the people we know, where first person feels more sincere. ‘One to speak/ How? Pt II’ is an anxious set piece worthy of Belle and Sebastian, steered by a bitter witnessing of anomic relationships and their dissolution. That alienation finds motor force at the climax where the instrumentation builds out. 

The EP builds its own arresting lore out of modal tonalities, Grimm-esque vocabulary, and cynical, disquieted observation. It feels like the bitter commentary of some jaded magical child who’s just driven away an unfortunate au pair.