I wasn’t sure if this title was written in the instructional, or commentary register. There is sufficient intensity on this record to supply evidence for both: it is a maximalist, ambient thunderstorm. Though a memorable energy to be felt, Heaven Come Crashing’s focal point is its own perceived beauty rather than any ineffable force beyond. The sonic self-infatuation is something of a turn off. Nayar’s extravagance is at times godly, but it generally sounds like a very human dissonance—that or the prideful showboating of an intern deity who has just downloaded Audacity. Again, there’s powerful fun and beauty in that, but it’s a reflection not a fabric.
A favourite: ‘Sleepless’
‘Heaven Come Crashing’ is out now via NNA Tapes