March of the Dawn Review

Taken from Times Online

WE SAY: Sounding a teeny bit like a cross between a slightly more decipherable Björk and a slightly more grandiloquent Divine Comedy, March of the Dawn is perhaps best described as deliriously flamboyant chaos, or quite possibly as rather similar to the sound that one of those horse roundabouts makes when you catch yourself wandering hopelessly though dilapidated fairgrounds with candy floss in your ears and twenty acres of mud sticking to your far-too-pointy-not-very-sensible-after-all shoes. This is a good thing.

Based in Brighton, The Mummers are centred on the big voice of Raissa Khan-Panni and the orchestral arrangements of Mark Horwood, but the group is actually comprised of a multitude of local musicians too, and they make one hell of a racket. March of the Dawn is all ruffling snares, syrupy strings, swaggering brass and Khan-Panni’s bewitching vocals, which don’t seem to be about anything logical at all: “somebody said we end before we begin”, but who cares?

March of the Dawn is as giddily delightful as watching a classic Technicolor fairytale on a cold winter’s day dressed in your jim-jams and floppy slippers and scoffing a big jam and cream bun and sipping a huge mug of hot chocolate. Under a duvet. With Winona Ryder or Brad Pitt for company (delete as applicable). It’s one of those songs that’s effortlessly beautiful but also a little bit silly and knows it too, which only adds to its charm.

IF YOU ONLY NEED TO KNOW ONE THING: When she was busking, Raissa Khan-Panni could sometimes earn up to £50 per hour, the same amount charged by your typical Croydon-based plumber (I checked; it’s true). I guess this anomaly must be something to do with standing around and working with pipes all day. (Thank your lucky stars I didn’t make a joke about how the “cisterns are doing it for themselves”. Oh darn.)

WHERE CAN I GET MY HANDS ON IT: March of the Dawn is on debut album Tale to Tell (Part One).