Guitar-weilding Paul Dixon’s towering torch songs and skittering beats catch fire in an intimate setting
Fyfe represents Paul Dixon’s second musical life. After an inconclusive dalliance with a major label as the winsome David’s Lyre five years ago, the talented 25-year-old is now redoing things his own way. The music is artfully conceived, precisely calibrated electropop, initially publicised with a memorable visual motif: Dixon’s head liberally trowelled with oil paint. It was a striking campaign, even if it suggested Fyfe might also be a reboot of those 1990s Natrel body spray ads.
In the flesh there’s no makeup, and while the guitar-wielding Dixon looks dreamboat handsome, he comes over as a little shy in this intimate space. Flanked by two synth wingmen, he recreates curated highlights from his recent album Control, a string of intricate, state-of-the-art chamber pop pearls. But there’s something old-fashioned about Dixon’s intuitive way with phrasing and melody that sets Fyfe apart from the current crop of black box-enabled electro balladeers.
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by Graeme Virtue via Electronic music | The Guardian
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