‘No, ya no encuentras consuelo en el tiempo, Es demasiado tarde para cambiar, No, ya no encuentras consuelo en el Viento, Y te quieres ir’ (La Muerte) / ‘No, you no longer find solace in time, It’s too late to change, No, you no longer find solace in the wind, And you want to leave’ (Death)

E.V.A’s members span Granada and Bristol and return with a follow-up to their self-titled 2020 debut EP.  On this new four track release, the band continue to hone a post-punk sound that is shrouded in equal measure with both bleakly gothic impulses and a rich pop sensibility.

Brightly shimmering guitars are underpinned by throbbingly resonant bass lines and crisply precise percussion.  The driving force though is the fiercely melodic Spanish vocals as they entice us into the hazy hinterland between the real and the mythical.

The darkly catchy EL Oro (Gold) gets us underway.  Then, the haunting chants that define El Fuego (The Wind) and La Lune (The Moon) transport us to that precipice where desolate beauty and danger interlace – the wind howls, the waves crash, and the swirling mist shrouds the cliff face.  Before, the powerfully compelling La Muerte brings proceedings to a rousing, if fittingly ambiguous, finale.