D. Biddle is getaway music, the kind you listen to when everything you cherish has burnt down, then before the dust even settles you pack-up whatever’s left and head for oblivion. The tension between oft-haunting melodies and lyrics that edge towards the poetically elegiac, quiver with urgency as well as immobility. D. Biddle traces the fallen structures of disaster, capturing in slow motion the gesture of catastrophe. Guileless emotional pitch tends to crescendo from an almost tender, though dark nostalgia into a series of aching blows and repetitions.