Sunday 31 July 2022

Billie Eilish "Don't Smile At Me" (2017)


Ignorance leads to serendipity, as unbeknownst to me When We All Fall Asleep, Where Do We Go? was not Billie Eilish's debut. Furthering an excitable confusion, all the songs of this prior EP were already relatively well known, given the extensive air play and commercial application her music as received. Stripped of experimental leaning aesthetics yet to germinate, Don't Smile At Me serves as a slick, slender collection of Pop tracks. Its hard to nail down its attributes, as flashes of various genres pass by. The music mostly leans on Billie's presence and Finneas's keen percussion, which carries the pacing through its spurts of instrumentation.

Both his apt production and balanced compositions are fantastic. Simple, catchy and clean, they compliment Billie's vocal melodies and lyrics so well. The genius clearly runs in the family. Now listening further back into her youth, as a teenager, Billie's lyrics are so surprisingly self certain. Mostly musing her words on the matters of love and relationships, not only does her voice shape luminous feelings into infectious hooks, her sincerity strikes with maturity too. Her massive success is no surprise.

These humble origins are yet to establish a unique tone among the loose and cluttered genre of Pop music. Despite this, the bright, brimming talents of this sibling duo would be heresy to dismiss. Most mystical of all, their youth. Both musical and emotional maturity displayed seems a true rarity. So as of late these nine songs, including a brief feature from Vince Staples, have been on heavy rotation. The downside? This moment in time has surely passed, unlikely to be captured again.
 
Rating: 8/10

Friday 29 July 2022

Tamaryn "Tender New Signs" (2012)

This second foray into revivalist Shoegazing takes a matured aesthetic leap, leaving behind the stiff disappointment of debut The Waves. Armed with strong guitar melodies, the wall of sound is penetrated with quite a distinct tang, vague echoes of Country and Americana from its lead guitar licks. Often melting out of bendy shimmers, their moments of articulation bring a necessary melody to the dense breeze of dreamy, foggy warmth this colorful sound indulgently basks in.

Yet to truly dabble with the Pop sensibilities of Cranekiss, Tamaryn rarely emerges front and center, rather she is shy and reserved. Lowered in the mix and competing with the thick echos of effect smothered guitars, she blends into haze. Even on a more dynamic Transcendent Blue, she sings only in crowded spaces despite plenty of lulls. It creates a sense of intention to have a continuously deep tone for all of its songs.

This single minded approach breeds a lack of distinction. The mood of Tender New Signs is warm, a cozy space to curl up in yet it barely breaks for anything spectacular. Not even an alteration or deviation. Some melodies may be more distinct but they all follow a hazy path of bleeding instruments and dreamy aesthetics continuously fall into one another. Reasonable as a mood setter but in the forefront the album plays dulled and tired. Definitely a step in the right. The best yet to come.

Rating: 5/10

Wednesday 27 July 2022

Abstract Void "Back To Reality" (2018)

 

What do we have here? A Synthwave and Black Metal crossover. Is this possible? Anything in music is but that doesn't always lead to success. In the case of Abstract Void this union of styles is slick and smooth, a luscious mix of glossy synths, dense guitars and distant shrill screams. Together, they steer Dance grooves into aggressive plunges as Back To Reality gradually layers on the intensity in its opening stretch.

The atypical night life, neon light vibes finds its balance with an atmospheric approach to Black Metal where slow, lunging Shoegazing melodies bridge the gap in composition. Percussion steers the music into its extremes as drum patterns rattle into blast beats and the like. Consistently emanating dazzling melodies from the layered keys, each song has quite a luminous presence. Glistening in its well crafted resonance, they venture to emotive the grandiose with its epic scaling melodies. Very satisfying.

The harsh yet muzzled screams feel like an afterthought. With such synthetic vibrancy steering the musics mood, the vocals arrive like discernible blocks of noise barely contributing to anything rhythmic. Its a minor blemish of wonderful chemistry that does feel somewhat obvious in retrospect. Although a brilliant union of distant realms, its played down the middle, nothing unique or unheard emerges as a consequence. With a little more adventurous spirit this could of traversed new terrain but to these aged ears it mostly resonated with solid ideas heard many a time before.

Rating: 7/10

Tuesday 26 July 2022

Den Sorte Død "Depressiv Magi" (2022)

 

 Depressiv Magi, a fitting name for these steady solemn strolls through the pale. Its six chapters fragment all differing increments of funeral gloom and lonely wonders. Its bleak exterior, a dominating aesthetic, casts a forlorn prison to the minuscule glow within. Its stoic charm and glimpses of effervescence, caged, dragged and smothered by a nostalgic doom. Although the duo wrestle on occasion, its darkness that wins out.

Comprised of Dungeon Synth and Berlin School electronics, a textural affair is to be enjoyed. Foggy, fidelity diminishing Low Fi ideals rub against the precision of angular buzz, sine and saw wave oscillations. The two find a unison in unraveling songs where their composition and chemistry is apt. Although its often humanistic Dungeon Synth tones that represent escape from the glumness, they interweave rolls, creating quite the spectacle of impressive musicianship and craft.

Den Evindelige Skygge opens the record with a lurching sense of unease before its title track rebirths the tonal theme to reveal dire tensions. From here much of the relief is abandoned as these chilly, joyless atmospheres turn grave, often punctuated by driving percussive strikes that call out from the dark. Depressiv Magi is a well executed project but limited in scope it suits a particular mood.

Rating: 5/10

Monday 25 July 2022

Kyros "Celexa Dreams" (2020)

 

Kyros have delivered fresh magic, a new "song of obsession". The epic ResetRewind gave me pause to go deep with this band. Their bold, unabashed exterior and enthusiastic tone would of been easily glossed over. So with their third album effort, the spins of Celexa Dreams have been numerous. The result? A keen, warm sound carving space where I knew not it could go. With the explorative spirit of Progressive Rock, the punchy, hard hitting instrumentation inches into with metallic territory. The vibes arrive with unshakable echos of performative 80s Synthpop and a subtle sense of VGM influences, perhaps from the likes of a Nobuo Uematsu and his Black Mages.

Built with both lengthy ten minute plus epics and short songs too, the record oozes its instrumentation like a river gushing. As a constant flood of musicality throws big punches, dazzling melodies and harmony, we are never far from the fold. With slapping baselines and big gated reverb percussion every idea is rhythmically powered along by a theatrical momentum. The ever-present synths both sing melodies and gently chime into a glorious wall of sound. The treatment is bright, a constant punchlines permeating as its aesthetics sparkle with a powerful persuasion.

Its clear, crisp, precise and full of character. Unsurprisingly the song structures can reach far beyond convention and on that adventure many exciting arrangements and dynamics are summited. Best of all Shelby Warne frequents these peaks with fantastic vocals. Soaring high, some of the albums best leads are in tandem with dramatic surges of catchy human wordings. The whole affair is a delight, reaching beyond its own moods, Celexa Dreams often steers one into its realm. With every familiar listen I've been sucked in regardless of where I was at before!

Rating: 8/10

Saturday 23 July 2022

Warpaint "The Fool" (2010)

 

Crooned by a blissful flurry of soothing sensual songs, Radiate Like This left its impression. An elegant stride through resonant pleasantries that had me seeking more. Disappointed by Heads Up, we lastly arrive full circle, at their origins. The Fool is a subtly engrossing record of broody chromatic Post-Punk, shimmering with dissonant melodies that fracturing its intensities. Through its dreary tapestry, blooms of saturation erupt. Spearheaded by sharp grooves, illusive voices and swelling guitar licks, each song is armed with a convergence from its apparently unsettled nature. Charcoal aesthetics, smothered in ash and rain, the glum exterior harbors gems, sequestered by its overcast skies. I adore the oxymoron. Bleak and pale, lost and aimless yet human colors seep through its pours as the melancholy evaporates.

Its a matter of chemistry that can hit or miss, mostly striking the mark. Composure for example never quite escapes its own shadow, stuck with a soft gloom. Bees on the other hand walks into a trap. Its initial grim frictions overturned with a triumphant baseline chime. Undertow sidesteps the duality entirely with its endearing warmth upfront from the get go. Variety lends itself textually with acoustic leaning songs, some occasional warbling electronics and sparing use of pianos. The Fool has sturdy foundations yet an illusive chemistry, its feet in two halves, a curious glowing charm.

Rating: 7/10

Wednesday 20 July 2022

The Veldt "Afrodisiac" (1993)

Memory is a thickle thing. Essential, yet always fading, it shapes our reality in many ways. Fortunately this was harmless, a little shock to stumble over a record I thought could not exist. Seems I forgot of their history on my previous encounter with The Veldt. Their return fusing Dream Pop and Trap was a passing enjoyment. Its a farcry from Afrodisiac, a record fitting snugly into its era, without seeming remarkable or impactful. So far Its stuck me as the sort of album that just gets lost with the times.

With a lurch of early 90s Alternative Rock and Shoegazing distortions, the group fuse timely over-driven guitars with the sparse echos of Funk Metal groove. Its also a textural experience, sliding into dreamy spaces with glittery acoustics. The occasional fusion of Trip Hop drum loops proves expansive as the record sways between styles. Consistently singer Chavis's bold charismatic voice resembles an 80s ballad singer.

His presence is swell, a delight when the vibe clicks but often it arrives with friction. Its this contrast that all of its elements have in some degree, giving it a sense of "almost genius". The songwriting plays into this, ideas merging from different directions, a lot of material exposes its origins and the union doesn't quite find the apt chemistry.

That being said, its an exploration of ideas that has plenty of engaging moments in its lengthy hour long stay. Heather strikes me as a peak, a broody dark wailer of a song powered along by its Industrial percussive thuds. Ultimately, Afrodisiac strikes me as a clear product of the times, not quite finding a way for its unique overlaps to blossom. That being said, it gave me a sense that continued exposure would grow on me more.

Rating: 6/10

Monday 18 July 2022

Regina Spektor "Home, Before And After" (2022)

 

Six years have whizzed by since Remember Us To Life. An impression was left, one of age and fragility, a beautiful moment of vulnerability captured on Obsolete. That emotive power of honest introspection has felt absent on this newest venture. Regina goes through the motions with embellished instrumentals, a far cry from the origins of her lone voice and piano. Still singing in her cutesy quirky cadence of whispers and wordplay, the synergies between intention and expression seem bold and obvious.

Home, Before And After mostly struggles with if that synergy clicks. Each song has its own character, often emphasized more by the extended array of warm instrumental sounds than Regina herself. On-boarding lavish string sections and 80s Synth Pop tones among others, the album cycles through bright and varied aesthetics. So often do they burst to life with emphasis and purpose, as if to say the words not spoken.

Its simplest song, Raindrops, was my favorite. Just her delicate voice and a soft piano. Humming tunes along the way, the endearing Regina emerges in her element. Many of the other songs have these humble beginnings too. Yet they often stray into the crescendo, a need to swell and bloom in extravagant conclusion. From a song writing perspective, its well orchestrated but on this outing the big production stripped out her charming personality. The instrumentals seem to drain Regina's unique vibe. They drift away from the magic, a soft, subtle and calming setting she is more suited too.

Rating: 5/10

Saturday 16 July 2022

Tamaryn "The Waves" (2010)

 

Without the punch and powwow of tuneful Pop sensibilities she would develop later on Cranekiss, Tamaryn's debut leans hard on its textural Shoegazing haze. Its a dreary debut hinged on distant guitars that wail harsh Ethereal ambiguities. The groaning textures shimmer and stew in the heat, droning without a gratifying conclusion. Its song structures I take issue with. Each whirling, repeating wash of noise and her various weaving of voice tend to ride the initial exotic wave. As its character sets in, the songs lack a counterpoint, and thus the hazy guitar textures begin to grate.

The percussion is often distant, a drum machine falling mercy to smothering aesthetics. Often its a step behind, lacking presence to command tempo or inject a rhythmic groove. Love Fade is one song that stands apart. The drums have comparable gusto. The gratifying vocals in the chorus give it a half hearted shift off the main loop. Its a single exception among a collection of nine songs that couldn't find an aesthetic chemistry or musical component to define themselves. Every spin of The Waves has been somewhat uneventful. Mediocre and mild as background music but in the foreground it seemed so lacking in life. Quite a dull affair.

Rating: 3/10

Wednesday 13 July 2022

Exhorder "Mourn The Southern Skies" (2019)

 
If anyone had a claim on Pantera's era defining sound, these neighboring Louisiana's had the framework for a new metallic approach locked in years before Cowboys From Hell. Having disbanded in 94, I was shocked to hear them in rotation on Spotify with new material decades later. More so was the similarity to the "Phil Anselmo" breed of groovy Southern Metal. With a foggy memory I returned to Exhorder's debut, Slaughter In The Vatican. A brief reflective listen had me in awe. Kyle Thomas's cunning vernacular a blueprint for Anselmo to emulate. It's been quite the historical reminder and undoubtedly I'm gonna have to dive into those old records again.

Mourn The Southern Skies is a ripe affair. Reviving classic groove oriented, fist pumping power and might, the southern swagger scales atop fiery momentous. Kyle rides the waves of crushing guitars and battering drums with attitude as they burn through iterations on the arsenal of techniques accustom to this sound. Its secret weapon is quality. With little in the way of innovation, the band churn through sludgy stomping rhythmic grooves. Baked by southern humidity, it oozes style and persona. Guitar solos dazzle but unsurprisingly, can't charm like a Dimebag. Reasonable in theatrics, a couple leads take a more dynamic roll in musical direction, a niche touch.
 
A competent production aesthetic serves its purpose with a touch of rawness, possibly brought on by budget constraints. Exhorder have never been a big name in Metal. Its kind of remarkable to hear they have been sitting on such talent and inspiration. However this return has influences in reverse as the last twenty plus years of Groove Metal's legacy can be heard throughout. A great record but it can't claim originality this time out. Final thoughts? Listening to this record feels like stepping into an alternate reality given the back story. Looks like I'm adding nineties Metal to the playlist next!

Rating: 7/10

Tuesday 12 July 2022

Municipal Waste "Electrified Brain" (2022)

 

I may be mistaken but I believe Municipal Waste were among the first of this modern nostalgic Thrash Crossover "revival". Its no new trick nowadays, the access and availability of music today has inspirations run amuck in all directions. I was introduced to the American thrashers at Download Festival 2008. Despite a fantastic live show full of mad mosh pits and crowd surfers armed with surf boards, I never brought into their studio records. Having forgotten the mediocrity of Slime And Punishment, It was only a passing curiosity that brought me here.

Electrified Brain had me in its grasp from the first spin. Unlike prior efforts, its crisp, clear and cutting production aided its mission. Along with a fully fledged arsenal of classic Thrash and Crossover riffs, the two push the bands ideals to about as good as it could get. Pulling no unsurprising punches, the galloping speed and chugging chops of 80s Metal was set to to strike a nerve. With filtered cuts rarely exceeding three minutes, the fourteen tracks get to rattle wall to wall off five years of curation.

The main distinctions felt like variety and lead guitars. Although operating within a strict blueprint, the rotating shouts, screams and gang vocals kept things fresh and exciting as the rapid rhythmic abuse was electrified by periodic guitars solos. A handful of song endings struck me as having some momentary but keenly distinct riffs woven in. Perhaps an intentional nod to their eighties Thrash Metal influences? I definitely heard Metallica on more than one occasion.

Despite seeming excellent, its gravitas has dwindled. With frequent spins, my initial excitement has politely dulled. This however feels like a symptom of nostalgic Metal, always competing with your appetite as its novelty wares off. Either way, in times of growing metallic lackluster, it was good fun to head bang again!

Rating: 6/10

Favorite Track: Grave Dive, Crank The Heat

Sunday 10 July 2022

The Gathering "Nighttime Birds" (1997)

 

Shrouded by the swift abrupt judgements of youth, my initial contact deemed Nighttime Birds unfit for consumption. Supposedly not cut from the cloth as Mandylion, one of my all time favorite albums, it has sat snugly in the shadows, patiently awaiting me all these years. Like a broken record, past judgements have failed me once again. At this point, it might just be worth conducting a list of all prior dismissals...

Nighttime Birds is the broody matured brother of a band once ripe with color and youth two years prior. With a touch of restraint and a seclusion of craft, the band withdraw their eternal melodic delight to initiate songs with darker morose tones. Heavier guitars lean in shadowy chromatic, luring Anneke's sublime, luminous voice to a weighty pensive reflection. The duality explores a beautiful and burdensome contrast. Its a measured friction that compliments, coming to fruition with increased exposure.

Where its synths once adventured with bold punctuation, the keyboards now withdraw to a subtle, powerful role. Lurching behind steely distortion guitars, they await a turn to chime, often guiding the music from its beautiful gloom, soaring to blossom its hidden hues. Each song journeys to blushes of sequestered warmth. Familiar simplistic lead melodies gush from guitar and keys with their classic, distinctive personality.

Comprised of mostly lengthier tracks above five minutes, the album locks in a mood and explores it in beautiful increments, each exploring this darker chemistry. A union of thick power chords and cold acoustic guitars is explored early on. The May Song introduces a powerful, emotive organ tone to set off one of Anneke's most delightful performances. She wails sublimely, ascending with spirit much like that of Leaves. In fact, I'd go as far as to say its this albums equivalent, given the familiar guitar solo.

The following songs invoke soft computerized effects expertly, characterizing synths with subtlety. Later on a soft violin can be heard too. Each song finds subtle shifts to define them. The band fire on all cylinders. The shuffling contributions from its instruments explore so many ideas within a snug sound. Even moments of heavy metallic groove emerge in climatic beat downs and sluggish power chord brooding.

Nighttime Birds promptly made itself apparent as a lost classic from my youth, one I would have adored. However, I persisted. With my love of its saddened tone growing, I couldn't put it down. Weeks turned into months and that emotional evocative magic kept oozing. I feel so fortunate to have discovered it now. The Gathering's spell is truly eternal with me. Although a fraction behind the charm of Mandylion, this record has a clear sense of maturity and direction locked in by a fruitful yet cold concept.

Rating: 10/10

Saturday 9 July 2022

Chaosbay "2 Billion" (2022)

 

With surprise struck off, the stakes were high. As a result, 2 Billion had a harder time leaving its mark. As one of my favorite discoveries this year, Chaosbay swept me up with conviction through their prior Boxes EP. This following four-track fits the mold set earlier in the year, possibly all material for a future album. Rock-steady on the same path, another round of blows is exchanged as high octane Djent Metal explores the dynamics of bow wrapped, polished brutality and bright melodic gleams, present in both glossy synths and through the energized emotive vocals of Jan Listing. Once again, I'm immensely impressed with the song writing and breezy flow of these songs. They swing from hard chugging grooves to soaring tuneful lines with class. Sadly, its all still mostly in the shadow of Periphery who came before them. That lack of originality may explain why they are yet catch a viral wind within the Metal scene.

If there is any distinction to be drawn, the mechanical nature of tight metallic chops and slick production imbues many of the slamming chugs and tightly gated riffs a real sense of "computerization". The bass pedal stomps with precision, in unison with "on off" guitar grooves. Being rigidly syncopated, they sound almost glitched like a record skip. Its satisfying tho, a treat that moves sweetly with the momentum. Furthering this industrious precision, the rhythm section sits up front in the mix, dominating. The magic, in my opinion, mostly stems from the electronic tones layering in an airy ambience and the acoustic guitars that weave in the luscious melodies. Hard to fault, as it works so apparently. I do wonder if more emphasis on this calmer, more uplifting side would serve them well. Either way, they have both aspects locked down.

Rating: 6/10

Friday 8 July 2022

Phoebe Bridgers "Punisher" (2020)

 

The Punisher lays bare a calming rot of depression, manifesting itself in aimless drifting atmospheres. With internal frictions, social worries and self deception explored, the record seems harmless in its meager meanderings. Instrumentals wade through the minimal and ambient with spells of swelling pushed on by the breathy motions of Phobe's voice. As a folksy Indie Rock singer, her plain voiced resonance and murmurous singing plays into this sleepy state. The music looses itself in pained vulnerabilities, deceptively feeble and soft yet oddly harrow and hopeless.

Is it the lack of gusto in her voice? She leans into a gentle tone to express hurts, such a contrast. To my ears, the album plays like a subtle oxymoron of sorts. Its timbre and temperament at odds with the difficulties its lyrics explored. Conceptually its a charm but in execution the music drifts by in limbo, unsure of itself, one foot in the morose and an other in dreamy illusions. Aesthetically gorgeous but emotionally confusing.

Punisher has been on my playlist for months now. The lack of hooks or keen melodies, not a crime of course, makes for a dreary experience of unsettled lingering. Its creeping moments of Americana bring about a grounded footing but these influences are brief at best. Otherwise I'm stuck with its lack of oomph. The perpetual meandering of the music comes across bleak, vague and restless. This may be more down to my preference in vocals as I rarely vibed with Phoebe's singing.

Rating: 5/10

Thursday 7 July 2022

Autumn's Grey Solace "Therium" (2022)

Another year, another album but alas, my wishes have not come true. Therium continues firmly rooted in an unchanging Ethereal form. Anticipating a familiar lack of novelty and surprise, I approached this newest installment of eight soothing tracks with nothing but warmth for enjoying Autumn's Grey Solace's charm once again.

Shimmering crimson acoustics gleam tranquil melodies once again. Erin offers her sweet wordless drifting as a human compliment to the serinity. Washes of ambiguous guitar effects sparsely chime in. The base guitar occasionally busies upfront with plodding rattles. The percussion keeping pace with simple patterns lacking theatrics.

 Its various shades and timbres seem like a deck of cards shuffled from the back catalog. So to do vocals and melodies conjure deja vu like symptoms. I wouldn't be surprise if previous riffs and notation were simply lifted and interchanged. I'm not suggesting its so but the experience of a new AGS record has become pretty much that. Always welcome but it seems they do not want to explore any new directions.

Rating: 5/10

Monday 4 July 2022

Darkane "Inhuman Spirits" (2022)

 
For some time I've wanted to get around to this band. Born out of the Swedish Melodic Death Metal scene, I found their Thrash adjacent approach enthralling in my early days of exploring Extreme Metal. Crossing my path in the early naughts at the peak of their freshness, they join a handful of bands that share that inexorable link to youth. All thanks to Nuclear Blast records no doubt, who signed and promoted a lot of decent Metal in that era. After nine years of silence they are still brandishing the same intensity and character with little new to offer. Although I'm keen to hear innovation and new ideas, I'll hand it to them that sticking to their guns worked out for the better against a popular Djent seven string sound you might expect them to onboard.

I'll save my enthusiastic descriptions for another day when nostalgically reflecting on their discography. Although Inhuman Spirits plays to the Darkane sound strictly, its only brief moments of carbon copies that conjure the adrenaline. The lead guitars have its distinct melodic flavor and battering drums team up with the rhythem guitar for choppy, pacey grooves just as before. Its only the vocals that venture into a new territory with fitting deep guttural roars akin to fellow Swede Akerfeldt of Opeth

Alas this blog mostly serves as another entry to catalog the memories of a never ending journey. The early Darkane records are far from remarkable but bring enough distinction and character to give them some edge if Melodic Death Metal is your thing. With my apatite for Metal dwindling, this was a nice reminder of their competency. A Spiral To Nothing had some cracking discordant riffs held within, one that stood out. Possibly a better re-emergence than most returns but my excitement was quelled.

Rating: 5/10

Sunday 3 July 2022

Malcolm Horne "Mending" (2022)

 

Shedding the antiquities of Jazz Hop's established union of styles, this third stroke rids itself of percussive burdens. No longer hinged on crunking snare kick grooves and subtle boom bap rhythms, Mending arrives at the source of inspiration. An orchestra of instruments croon. Luscious, resonate and gently woven they harmonize at a place of healing. Soft airy reverbs and atmosphere indulge as soothing calm sweeps over every track. Minimal, spacious percussive lines subtly hold tempo, an evolution felt between Infinity & Volume II. With Mending, a conclusion of that trajectory is met. Malcolm accomplishes inspired moods free from shackles of the genres tropes.

The delicacy of performance is a delight. We are spoiled to baselines hinged on texture and feel, over power and force. Many instruments follow suit, perusing, swaying with persuasion. Capturing the essence, a symphony of minimalist parts amassing a serine outcome. Mending's warm calm is evening sunlight, the yawning death of a beautiful day. Cool airs breeze by, so welcoming in its gentle demeanor. This outing is an inspired refinement on the instrumental magic heard twice before.

Nothing is perfect and for all the praises, Mending does serve its conventions to sooth and relax with formulas. On inspection, the looped nature of compositions emerged, highlighted by instrumental drop ins and outs, a key song structure utilized. Lead instruments are often absent, leaving space in the music for a voice to shine through.

The moments where a guitar solo steps up are grooving, variation aids its purpose. Like before though, they cropped up before fade outs. Grander directions would be very welcome but perhaps not as suited as one might imagine. Lastly, the Synthwave and 80s Synthpop influences are amiss. Constellations treats us to this charm again but its brief stay perhaps signals the style no longer has a place. Quite a shame as I enjoyed this take greatly yet its absence makes sense given what Mending is, a cohesive record of introspective healing. This is definitely my favorite of the three.

Rating: 8/10

Saturday 2 July 2022

Tamaryn "Cranekiss" (2015)

 

It took but one listen of Cranekiss's euphoric Shoegazing title track to win me over. Spotify's algorithm has figured me out! Serving up a slice of the finest Dream Pop, I felt the warm fuzzy charms of Cocteau Twins alongside an effeminate apparition resonating an eerie similarity to Erin of Autumn's Grey Solace. Those heavenly fragile breathy voicings, ascending over top the bustling baselines and stiff drum machine grooves gave me chills. The song is awash with shimmering reverbs its melodies get lost in. Best of all, the song comes in hard with dense bendy effect drenched guitars, a fond reminder of ideas introduced with My Bloody Valentine's influential Loveless.

Cranekiss is an 80s love letter. Its aesthetics rears the nostalgia with a lean grip. The brilliant song writing captures all the charms of Art Pop and modern conventions. On its venture, the crevasses of influences part. Post-Punk, Ethereal, Synth Pop and all others mentioned so far unravel on catchy songs ripe with stark punchy melodies woven through a dreamy web of ever shifting reverberated sounds. The wonderfully indulged singing makes for many a memorable chorus on the Cranekiss journey.

 With a strong Electronic maturity in composition and execution, Tamaryn reaches into the past for inspirations, shedding her music of any cheese and dates ideas. Although it lacks originality at every turn, the nostalgia dance is a beautiful one. Its vague and shapeless rumblings create a mask for potent percussive grooves and dazzling instruments to punch through, best of all her voice sits central to all the wonder.

Its emotions are powerful, a curious love, often emanating a contagious warmth yet peering off into ambiguous moods of unsettled footing. As the album plays its deviations and themes keep the tone flowing with fantastic cuts Softcore and Sugarfix to be found towards its conclusion. The last of which has an uncanny resemblance to Elizabeth Fraser's wordless musings, followed by a lush, smothering choral hook.

I've sung Cranekiss's praises. That's because all its avenues of sound touch on my favorite ideas within these overlapping genres. It has a handful of songs a grade above the rest but not every track needs to be a hit when the mood flows so slick. It may lack surprises but the main show is the excellence in which ideas from a few decades back are executed. For me, this will be a great record to return too.

Rating: 8/10