It's very difficult to file Cages under one genre and it is also a bit difficult to review their debut CD FOLDING SPACE. Since the opening track "Dying" you realize that what Nola Ranallo and David Bailey did isn't musical experimentation or will to surprise the audience. The listening of the nine tracks of the album are a particular experience as it could be explained paragoning it to a cooking recipe. Take a female vocal similar to Bjork then add some pain. Then, take a man with many musical ideas and give him the freedom he needs to give form to the duo's nightmares. Shake it a while and bury the mix for a month near to your beloved cat and then open it at night before going to sleep. After a while you'll feel a strange chocking sensation but it is normal. In the air you'll hear the guitar tribalism of "Prisons of light", the guitar/vocal Velvet Undergroudism of "The new forever", the reverse guitar sound of "Dying", the post rock acoustic guitarism of "If it flies, it dies" or the power industrial approach of "Cavern". All the music seems to be at the service of Nola's voice which paint a scary scenario now screaming and then softly caressing your ears. I don't know if this is an experience you'll gladly try but for sure this album won't let you impassible.