Here someone definitely wants to make a statement and go all out. Douglas Dare, a young, sensitive Briton, doesn't even try to praise his songs as mere pop, but sees them as a chamber music setting of his lyrics, called 'poems'. For this purpose there is also no shabby booklet as an encore here, but a jewel that looks like a lyric volume in self-publishing. Musically, Douglas Dare stages the minimalist poems in a manner befitting their status only with reserved piano dots, a high, shy, quiet singing voice and occasionally filigree accompanying instruments. The first associations clearly point in the direction of the mentally related Perfume Genius, who also stages an equally fragile production. In the end, you don't really know what to think of all this: Ingenious chamber pop or monotonous complaining? I guess it's up to each of us to decide for ourselves.
Top track: Whitewash