Toronto's Slim Twig is a self-described songsculptor. For his Derelict Dialect EP, the sometimes-actor has pulled inspiration from abstract film and found sound texture to create a uniquely noir-y take on art-pop. The songs here are decidedly damaged: the pot n 'pan percussive clatter and Slim's just-off-key tottering vocals recall the no-wave nogoodniks of '80s downtown NYC or a starker version of Nick Cave's Birthday Party.
At EP-length, the set steers just clear of being red-flagged for pretension — Derelict Dialect is the down and dirty sound of an art kid finding his musical sea legs. Listen up.