A danceable fever storm of stringed instruments, multi-layered singing and trombone-driven low end.
Night is when strange things happen. When shapes shift and blur. When it’s hard to know what’s real and what’s illusion. Night... is the time of the imagination. For Cyprus’s Monsieur Doumani, those hours of blackness have lured them in a very different direction for their fourth album, Pissourin.