Her Name Is Calla stand astride the Leicester post-genre music scene like sad behemoths. This has been the state of affairs for over ten years now, and they continue to fly the flag – not only for themselves but for a raft of other dearly-departed bands from the same scene who can raise the hairs on our necks no longer.
It seems somehow fitting, then, that Calla’s Kaleidoscoping is a contemplative ballad led by a haunting piano line and Tom’s heartfelt vocal. As the song continues subtle cymbal washes and an ethereal synth line begin to conjure the feeling of being adrift in a vast and moving ocean, before a huge and initially joyful horn section lifts the song to the heavens.
To me this feels like a love song. It aches, it swells and, most of all, it raises the aforementioned hairs on the back of my neck.