This Silence Kills

~ Release group by Dillon


Release Format Tracks Date Country Label Catalog# Barcode
This Silence Kills CD 12 BPitch Control BPC244CD 880319534829
This Silence Kills 12" Vinyl + CD 12 + 12 BPitch Control BPC244LP 880319534614
This Silence Kills Digital Media 12 BPitch Control BPC240


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Young, attractive, active in the bustling Berlin electro scene, signed to the always interesting Bpitch Control: Dillon, born Dominique Dillon de Byington, has a great deal going for her before a single second of this debut album is heard. But expectations - beginning and ending with techno, given the label in question's pedigree - are dashed by a collection which confounds with a beguiling sound somewhere between muted electronica, chamber-pop and torch songs. Imagine Lykke Li lost in the shadows of Fever Ray's haunted house, or Hanne Hukkelberg pained by a heart crumbling to dust: that enveloping atmosphere in mind, it's somewhere close to what this disc offers.

What might be a fairly cold experience, given its most apparent parallels, is anything but - Dillon uses spare beats, subtle orchestrations and background-mixed brass, but everything is bound by a vocal that speaks to the soul, not the soles. This is music for meditation, for contemplation; for escaping into and wandering around, not losing oneself to on a sweaty dancefloor. Indeed, the feet would be hard pushed to muster more than a shuffle to the reserved tempos of tracks like You Are My Winter, the sort of skeletal affair that allows its central vocal to dominate, and to soar. Dillon isn't a pitch-perfect performer; her sometimes squeaky voice presents a cross-Atlantic comparison to the singular tones of Joanna Newsom. But it's a presence that infects these pieces with a personality uncommon in discs targeted, primarily, at the dance market. No, This Silence Kills is no upper-end BPM affair, but its branding nevertheless aligns it with a certain market sector.

But if it didn't reach wider, to those listeners enamoured with above-noted acts - and also the compelling talents of Bat for Lashes, Florence + The Machine and even the grande-dame of anything female-fronted and a little bit outre, Bjork - would be a shame. There are moments here, details of songs, which cause the throat to close, the eyes to widen. The sighing accordion of the untitled seventh track, an instrumental that builds to a pulse of wordless phrasing from Dillon; the finger-click percussion of the forbidden love story Thirteen Thirty-Five (the beautiful melody of which is based on/taken from Jens Lekman's Pocketful of Money); the spiralling piano motifs of Texture of My Blood: these are breath-stealers, instances indicative of an artist who, when she strikes consistency (not quite accomplished here), will not just be one to watch but one to hold close like a loved one not seen for years.

This Silence Kills is bookended by cuts more in keeping with the Bpitch Control catalogue - the opening title-track and dramatic closer Abrupt Clarity are digital designs that move their maker nearer the fare of label alumni Apparat and Modeselektor respectively. But it's what's between that captivates: music that speaks so very loudly without making much noise at all.