Don Dias

Don Dias is DIY pop made in Rennes with the sincerity of the means at his disposal. In other words, a trombone, three pieces of string and a few microphones. Home-made reigns in an album where the variety of the proposition could lead one to believe that it’s an exercise in style. But the dough of this Far West poet makes this exquisite corpse anything but incoherent. Somewhere between Mac Demarco on steroids and Elliott Smith on ecstasy, this late-night concoction is definitely made to be listened to under the noon zenith.