My love of Paco Sala has become a thing. There’s something almost visceral about it. That being said, this new tape, a sort of intermediary between last year’s debut LP, Ro-Me-Ro, and their next proper full-length, Put Your Hands On Me, is incredibly raw. Most of the music was recorded over a month-long period last winter (vocals, as is standard, were added a bit later). You can hear the frosty grey blankets that ensconce the winter months in the minor-key guitar variations (there’s a lot more guitar on The Fog compared to Ro-Me-Ro) and reverb-soaked synth chords. Everything is stuck underneath a layer of ice, seemingly impenetrable until Leyli’s voice pierces the exterior like a perfect beam of sunlight.
The Fog is heavy. It soaks through everything and coats whatever it touches. There’s a longing throughout that lingers in each note that’s held a second too long and each breath that Leyli laces between words. Paco Sala have constructed a set of songs simultaneously intricate and blurry, and always pervasive to the last drop.