Denni Ian “Two Figures”

Music and poetry have a long history of chemistry. Like the touch of magic that gifts words with colors and moods, music transforms the artistic expression of poignant lyricism with grace — it seems to be the perfect description of Danish multi-artist and published poet Denni Ian’s “Two Figures.”

“Two Figures” is darkly beautiful with a speck of desperation and romance intertwined in its vocabulary. Ian’s vocal style is somewhat laid back with the moody glaze of a tortured artist, loosely grabbing onto the pitches with its own style. It reminds you of Bob Dylan, just a little bit.

The backdrop is elegantly orchestrated, with jangly guitars urgently rumbling and pianos, laying under the surface with those darker-colored tones. It’s almost impossible to hear its existence but it quietly enriches the sonic texture. Introspection and emotional storm coexist in the most beautiful yet chaotic way.

The best of “Two Figures” has to be the lyrics. “Two vailed lovers kissing in a gold frame on the blue wall,” “it's the colour she adores,” “I don’t believe in the wrong path, but everything seems like a dead end in the absence.” — they are deadly romantic in a way that makes you hold your breath.