|Apparently, the wonderfully named Gerard LeCain lives on an island in the middle of Stockholm, and visits friends by using a boat. Sounds like a perfect existence for writing meaningful and emotional songs, if running the risk of emo melancholy.
His music is appropriately experimental; using slabs of synth and drum machines liberally. Unfortunately, the whole effect is let down by the quality of his voice: throughout the centrepiece "Nothing At All", his nasal whining jars badly. The blurb describes it as "a ruptured voice of a child shouting through his past." Certainly "ruptured" and "shouting" fit the bill.
Thankfully though, the second song "No Chance for Remorse" is a big improvement. The voice is still there, but it is better controlled by the song's mellow and heartfelt strumming. A good enough start but, sad to say, it would be much improved by ditching the vocals.