Zambri, Glossolalaia EP.
Five tracks of strident soulful female vocals emerging siren-like from an echoey, lightly industrial mix. I get a Wizard of Oz Winkies vibe from the march beats and baritone sounds of “On Call.” Things lighten up, in the ethereal sense, with “Heather.” It’s swirling dark pop built from a very human base, which makes it creepier. The human sounds become forces of nature. Sounds like Black Album Prince then sounds like Bone Machine Tom Waits. If Dante Alighieri holds dance party in Purgatory, Zambri’s the house band.