I Can See Inside Your House

The first solo album by Thela’s Dean Roberts is an intimate collection of fragile guitar, piano and spoken word. There’s something almost forensic in the way he understands what the guitar can do – from chiming downwards strokes and flinty strums, which give the album the feeling of a disconnected Slint rehearsal, or an abandoned This Heat recording session, to lush chimes and ghostly scrapes, Roberts is able to source strange, unpredictable poetry from the guts of the instrument. It’s all grounded by an amorphous, floating purr and hum, and the whirr and clamour of four-track recording in a share house bedroom, cold and alone, but not unpleasantly so, parts of I Can See Inside Your House are almost like a psychological dissection of art made in isolation.