In the midst of an astonishingly shit week, where both my car and television died an untimely death, there was a tiny glimmer of happiness, upon hearing Manchester’s Daniel Darley for the first time. He’s the kind of artist to quietly sneak up on you, and before you know it he’s selling out big venues.
Faking is an assured and emotive composition, where lush orchestral arrangements introduce us to Darley’s wistful vocal, which floats in and out of symphonic textures, rising to a searing crescendo, before drifting slowly back to earth. Faking is effortlessly mesmeric, perfect listening for a reflective sun-dappled walk.
Currently recording his debut album, there’s more than enough sonic wonder here to suggest it’s worth waiting for
Daniel Darley supports Withered Hand at Gullivers on Thursday 20th April