Equal parts heathen and heaven, Fotocrime's new album is summoned from a darkness that lives all around us, deep within us.
Fotocrime not only survives, but thrives in the shadows—beneath a heaviness that cannot be escaped, within melodies that defy light and dark. With South Of Heaven, the second full-length chapter in the project’s narrative, Fotocrime has found comfort on the fringe.
"It’s been a journey of persistence and obsession, more character actor than leading man," R., the singer, songwriter, musician, and producer behind Fotocrime, says. "South Of Heaven is deeply personal, an honest fiction, an exposed nerve pulsing in a blanket of fog."
South Of Heaven is the backlit highway slithering from 2018’s Principle of Pain, which bowed at the altar of post-street punks Blitz while nodding at the megawatt gleam of Depeche Mode and churn of Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. The stories comprising South Of Heaven are winding and boundless, unfolding with unexpected paths and hairpin turns. Touching the myths of Saturn and Phaethon and mining the lives of Bruno Ganz and Francis Bacon, the album carves a landscape that spans both earthly and astral planes.
"This is a record for late night drives, a soundtrack for headlights illuminating the horizon," R. says. "I’ll make music until the end of my days, with or without a listener, but I’m happy to have a passenger for the ride into the dark."
he drive begins with Invisible, a probe into destructive compulsions and the unwanted attention that is yoked with recovery. A taut beat commandeered by Hayden Menzies of Metz marches in tandem
with slack-jawed and syncopated guitar, laying a bedrock for R.’s staccato ruminations. Hitting like a hammer to the temple at one moment and soothing like a hand on the shoulder the next,
Invisible keenly examines two sides of a coin that we’ve all wagered.
South Of Heaven continues with a swim in the open wounds and spilt blood of heartbreak (Love Is A Devil), a harp-tinged appeal for care and company (Hold Me In The Night), and a postmortem of derailed destinies (Expulsion From Paradise). But South Of Heaven all but lacks grit: crackling guitars and stutter stepping synth make Foto On Wire a bona-fide grunge-wave burner, while album closer Tough Skin is a wind-whipped and wiling inquiry of masculinity’s many facades. No matter the subject matter, R. sings with a conviction that is dire, leaving no doubt that exorcising these demons is not just artistic martyrdom—it is a biological imperative.
While Fotocrime is a distillation and dilation of R.’s own life, he doesn’t wander the road entirely alone. Pervading South Of Heaven's ten tracks is the spirit of producer and primary engineer J. Robbins (Jawbox), who brings both detail and gusto to the album mix, from sessions recorded by Steve Albini (Shellac) at Electrical Audio in Chicago, Simon Small in London, and Robbins in Baltimore.
Equal parts heathen and heaven, Fotocrime’s ten new dispatches are summoned from a darkness that lives all around us, deep within us. Follow your intrepid guide Fotocrime into the dark night ahead.