Themes of security, honour, obligation and voyeurism converge into something enticing and engaging under Togawa’s pen.
Lies fill rooms like smoke, choking and confusing the inhabitants while the truth slips out unnoticed, its remnants pushed into tall corners by the spreading fumes until nothing is distinguishable from the dark.
Wonderfully adept at weaving in new characters, Mcdonald takes a simple melody and orchestrates it into a cacophony of noise. It demands your attention.
Kiewarra hasn’t seen a cloud for two years but it’s been drowning in sin for generations.