Germany's Tomorrow Echo is a two-member post-punk act that has managed to cultivate an acutely despondent collection of songs on their debut EP
Demon. It's incredibly simple in structure but undeniably effective. There are chilling, glancing synth stabs, visceral and wiry basslines, and relentless mechanical percussion, and then there is frontwoman Sabs Edge's vocal performance. Sabs voice leaks out of her body as if it were pouring out of a stab wound. Like all harmonious functioning of her anatomy has already ceased and her spirit in the form of ephemeral stirring utterances and vacillating moans is an attempting to free itself like a rat whose foot is clamped in a wire-jaw trap. The alignment of Sabs and instrumentalist Reece Thomas talents put flesh and blood feeling back into a world of pure alienation. Like a heartbeat murmuring in an eviscerated cadaver or a tear running down the face of a marble bust, Tomorrow's Echo entreat signs of life that are detectable in places that are rightfully believed barren of such indicia.
