
Rating: 4/10


Austra always spark a curiosity. Now in fifteen years deep, this fifth full length record lacks the surprise and originality of earlier releases. Stelmanis' unique vibrato voice shines bright again, a charming presence illuminating these competent electronic numbers. The record starts off leaning into its House, Dance, Downtempo and EDM influences. Sharp beats cut for the club mingle among airy expressive tangents into the whims of spirited creativity. On this journey, a few songs embrace the usual tropes, snare build ups, drops and the like. Its the most defining attribute of Chin Up Buttercup, its safe and steady proximity to the Electronic music scene.
Rarely straying into unusual territory, the record plays a fair indulgence but lacks surprise. Think Twice stood out for its quirky intro and playful childish melodies. It immediately reminded me of Kero Kero Bonito. The rest of the music felt so familiar that its fun mostly resonated from this harder lean into influences that have been present for a long time. Chin Up Buttercup has been a pleasure to enjoy but one to move on from after a few spins.
Rating: 5/10

A lengthy five years on from The Slow Rush, Kevin returns armed with the charm of his voice and a lack of direction. Gone is the defining entanglement of Psychedelia and Synth that electrified his prior works. Only Dracula and to a lesser extent Loser, conjure those dreamy upbeat vibes. The rest of this tame record meanders through electronic aesthetics seemingly inspired by the breezy night life House of Fred Again.. for lack of a better reference given my limited scope. Tracks No Reply, Not My World, Ethereal Connection and End Of Summer are the biggest culprits, the last two drifting into pounding bass drones reminiscent of Underworld's timeless classic Born Slippy.
Its not to say these aren't entertaining tracks but one can hear a competent musician exploring the realms of musical ideas and exiting with little new to offer. These more blatant flavors come mingled between numbers leaning into Disco, Dance and Funk, always with a jiving modern synthetic angle. Then you have Obsolete, where a synth jam leads into a tangent on Bach's classic Toccata and Fugue. This sense of exploration without finding a unique freshness permeates much of Deadbeat.
Its left me with a few vague flashes of "what could have been", wondering if imposed pressures to release new material had Kevin scraping together whatever was left lying about from jam sessions. Despite that, his lyrics hit a personal and meaningful tone. A depth of emotional expressions with crafty hooks and apt messaging overshadowed by instrumental mediocrity. Ive given it many spins and so little has sadly stuck.
Rating: 5/10




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It turns out Sawayama was not Rina's debut. This one flew under my radar, a twenty four minute EP released a few years prior. Self funded and independently released only piles on the praise for what initially felt like a tacky take on 00s Pop. Getting past a couple of mediocre tracks, familiarity revealed the subtle powers of brief tuneful melodies and glossy aesthetics centered around her persuading voice.
Early themes paint a sense of glitz and glam, ambitions of a rising star. Cheery, upbeat production with punchy drums drawing on touches of 80s Synthpop and soft Alt Rock guitars opens the record. These nostalgic reaches into the past reoccur through classy production. It flows through a variety of song ideas, none feel original, yet an intriguing assembly of ideas pulling from the past thirty years of Pop music.
Tunnel Vision drifts into a dreamy avenue, shifting to introspective thoughts. Deploying vulnerable expressions makes for awkward lyrics hinting at smartphone addiction among relationship woes. Its a muddled message. Much of the record has this ambiguous feeling as to which way her words lean. Presenting a bold face with a hint of distress. This lyrical fuzziness is more likely to be at fault with me.
Overall, I'm impressed. This Rina EP strikes me as a leap of faith, a talent unleashed raw and keen, simply getting started and turning up trumps. It doesn't coalescing around a specific vision yet its best songs achieves their own merits. Its been a joyful dive into ideas reminiscent of great songs without being specific.
Rating: 6/10

With a strident return to form, Ulver delivers again on his intelligent renditions of matured Synthpop. After a couple of shaky releases, Locusts rediscovers balance. Steeped in dusky atmospheres, classy compositions layer up dreamy instrumentation for his voice to shine like a light guiding the way forward. Steady baselines peruse and pristine keyboard tones shimmer in a dense dance, lush and brim. Melodies play fractured, subdued, diverse, allowing emotion to amass from its parts, without steeling focus from our front man who steps into the stage light, suited up and proper.
Its a smart, intelligent set of songs with a soft city nightlife vibe reminiscent of an older generation. Accents of New Wave, Art Pop and Dance music show distinctive influences, perfectly reworked to suit this breezy pace. The record stars slow and withheld, a minimal take on the formulae to come. The opening title track lunges into its big synth kicks towards its conclusion but the proceeding Nocturne #2 reminded me of Peter Gabriel, a Worldbeat influenced tangent slow and meandering. Its a great conjuring of softly esoteric mood yet halts the show from starting somewhat.
The other installment of Nocturne interjects between these snugly paired songs with a broody rendition of droning synths. Powerful, dark and dreary yet adrift from the records overall tone. The rest of its songs play an effortless pleasure, dazzling and soulful in their own way. Very enjoyable yet feels a little light in variety. What detours it does offer drift from its solid foundations. Curation is possibly its culprit.
Rating: 6/10


Currently topping the streaming charts, this former Disney star charms with her strong soft voice dynamic. Backed by a seasoned production team, who have handled many big names, the instrumentals of Short N' Sweet croon. Pulling from Country, Soul and Rock, one half of its runtime paints a earnest singer on stage, armed with acoustic guitar and small town Americana charm. The other half gracefully pivots from emotive expressions with energetic bursts of Dance, Disco and Synthpop, armed with sharp wit and knack for hooks. Its fondly reminiscent of Jessie Ware's nostalgic revival.
Sabrina has a wonderful voice, easily slipping between temperaments seamlessly, she colors many a song with subtle shifts that elevate the chemistry. For me, its her sweet falsetto's that perk my ears. The lyrics however, mostly play a hormonal mess of youthful love and relations channeled into cute, quirky expressions, often juxtaposing the warm delivery tone against lyrical content. Its charm is flirtatious, playful, teenage. Fun, mostly harmless but nothing much to latch onto for this listener.
The record is solid from front to back, a breezy, warm, uplifting thirty six minutes that finds a fantastic stride with Bad Chem, Espresso and Dumb & Poetic. The vocal hook on Bad Chem, descending in a dance from breathy high notes is an utter joy. The closer Don't Smile might be joining this list too, another highlight on a solid record that indicates Pop Music is in much better shape than the boy/girl band tripe of my youth.
Rating: 7/10
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Following up on a smashing debut, Hold The Girl's antidote lays in repetition as first impressions come stiffly poisoned by uncanny familiarity. This is Pop music after all, its broad appeal conjures the best radio has to offer. Admittedly, it took time to flourish into the ear worm monster it has become. Trading in the eclectic ensemble of debut Sawayama, Rina commits to an intoxicated romp of glossy bangers pulling from across the spectrum of popular music's finer offerings. Showing her hand, an obviously play is made for high octane Dance-Pop that also ushers in mild echo's of 80s Synthpop and driving percussive energy of the 90s UK Electronic scene. Along the way were treated to crooning ballads, a touch of Country Pop, R&B and Soft Rock.
Uncanny in nature, lacking originality, yet sparkling with a touch of magic, its Rina who makes the record whole. Track after track delivers stunning performances, soaring vocals, emotions flowing in infectious cadences. An emotional weight grips her lyrics of struggle and expression, entangle in the moment. Your Age hits hard, an anthemic reflection on predatory abuse. A dark undercurrent manifests into a shudder of glitched vocals. It plays beautifully against ascending cries on the tracks chorus hook.
She is simply on fire, as are the instrumentals. Most songs play fleshed out with charisma and craft, leaning hard into the concept at hand. Occasionally flaring up with a Glam Rock guitar solo. Dense and powerful, subtly is not the intended direction. These tunes know themselves well. Some tracks however boarder "plagiarism". Americana inspired Send My Love To John feels all too familiar. Perhaps a victim of is stripped down acoustic simplicity, if I had a broader recall, I feel as if I'd put my finger on it. Quite a few songs do this, however Catch Me In The Air's guitars are blatantly derivative of The Smashing Pumpkins' 1979. Holy is another ghost of the 90s Electronic scene. That Ethereal piano melody over the thumping bass is uncanny.
Despite all this, the record is utterly brilliant. More the half the songs hit like classics and the trailing tracks ain't far behind. Hold The Girl plays with fire. Does it get burnt? Yes but I couldn't care. Perhaps had they been a little less overt with influences, such thoughts could have been avoided. Lastly, I'd like to end on the album's closer, To Be Alive. Such beautiful lyrics, blossoming out of the darkness of youth, warmth emanating from within, a platonic love song of life. Its emotional build, shoegazing blurs, dance pianos along with the lofty choral voices is simply blissful.
Rating: 9/10
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Its a keen example as to how Rina hones in on the essence of appeal, each song could merit such discussion as particular eras and genre distinctions meld into an engrossing listen. Other highlights include Comme Des Garvons, a stylish strut of attitude and glamor. Love Me 4 Me revels in the cheese of 80s attempts at bold punchy instrumentation, steering its bright melodies and chirpy nature to an endearing infectiousness. The "fake live" fanfare of Who's Gonna Save U Now? plays a genius touch, elevating this Arena Rock anthem as Rina sails her voice to new heights.
Tokyo Love Hotel woos with soft touches of Synthwave and Vapourwave. A breezy cruiser fit for the cities night lights. I could continue with my praises. Only mid track Bad Friend landed sour. Its spacey, Ethereal Electropop aesthetics feel lost on its own topicality, a "woe is me" self pity anthem. Conjuring the hurt of relationship wounds, its confessions of wrong doing seem a strange fit for its mood. An odd one but aptly fitting of the overall theme, a self oriented set of expressions felt direct with plain, connecting language that rarely feels deeper than its straight forward nature.
A stunning debut, Sawayama plays front to back like a seasoned musician reveling in creative strides. The music is effortless, exploring all curiosities seamlessly, avoiding an "eclectic" label despite clearly fitting that frame. All ideas explored simply click into place. Many of these ideas hail back to the early 00s, the years of my youth. Frank references to MSN messenger amused me greatly, I remember those Windows XP days with distain but the music has always been a consistent source of meaning. Its no surprise this record resonated with me. I haven't put it down for months!
Rating: 9/10
Still lingering in the shadows cast by Woman, an eight year wait hasn't yielded much excitement. The Disco-Funk inspired French duo return crisp and clear with a tight production to dazzle with stunning aesthetic clarity. The record sounds utterly gorgeous, rich in texture and smoothness. Its samples croon and instruments strike with fidelity and groove. A sweet indulgence but that can only take it so far.
Front loading the album with its best leaves a mediocre trail of songs experimenting with overt influences. Thumping dancefloor Disco sensibility, jolting Funk grooves, flushes of Progressive Rock melody, Classical frameworks and 70s Electonic music intersect with modern synth tones just short of the finish line. Every song feels unique, charactered and interesting but lacks the claws to sink their grip in.
Hyperdrama's Merits lay in the voices that illuminate a handful of collaborations. They add a dimension sorely needed on its instrumental counterparts. Two unions with Tame Impala strikes chemistry perfection! Kevin Parker's cloud sailing voice a snug fit for their tone. He, Rimon, The Flints and Miguel are classy fits that finish off these fine instrumentals, sounding utterly fantastic with an array of tender performances.
I have no complaints, perhaps my taste right now wasn't apt for this nostalgia tinted offering. Enjoyable, yet lacking a deeper connection after a fair few spins. One instrumental that struck gold was Generator, a Dubstep reminiscent nightly assault of unhinged jagged synths colliding with a dramatic string section. Reminded me of Carpenter Brut. I find myself desiring to enjoy these tracks more than I do. Strange.
Rating: 6/10
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Actual Life 3 plays like an emotive snapshot of life passing by. Plainly titled in full with assumed start and ending dates, the candid selfie cover continues a trend in this series. Its an unambiguous touch to illuminates its personal nature. A social intimacy flows, human voices woven into these compassionate expressions, channeled through a dreamy endless night, intoxicated on the club floor. Slick Downtempo, danceable, rhythmic drives power us through warm Ethereal melodies and uplifting nightly energy. Snippets of casual conversation and private exchanges flicker between tender voices singing on relationship struggles with positive resolve. This all feels like a harmonious reflection of Fred's life, illuminating the human connections.
With a steady and gradual building of instrumental intensity, he steers these songs on an organic flow, never static, always inching towards the next subtle shift. Most songs find a swooning swell to amp up the rhythm to a predictable lively climax, yet always gratifying. Its gravitas is one of escape, a seriousness lingers in its mellow passing demeanor. Tensions unwind, providing release and resolve, lingering on a social maturity. Its forty minutes pass an effortless breeze. Fred never overplays his hand and keeps both mood and groove consistent, leaving all its varying degrees of intensity in anticipation of what flows next. Actual Life is one heck of a breezy listen...
Rating: 7/10
As the album progresses, brief strides of classy composition break up its powerful percussive sway. Acute melodies, subtle chords, unusual instrumentation textures and flashes of electronics craft dreamy hazes that resolve into warming strides of persuasive sound. Then walks in the over pronounced tongue of Colin, his meaty, chocked words break the spell, despite it clearly being central to the records concept.
Arriving at The Seventh Seal, the pair stretch for ambiguous cultural sounds, a tingle of Spanish guitar, sung with a Country tang feels uncomfortable. The following tracks lean further into the poetic waxing and recurring themes has its entrancing energy wain swiftly. The funeral gloom of November Trees almost sparks a spell but the spoken words simply don't align. Its final track, unapologetically embraces the droning cheese of 90s electronic energy, throwing another curb ball to derail what started out as a wonderus musical experience.
Rating: 5/10

Following up on the stunning What's Your Pleasure, singer-songwriter Jessie Ware leans even harder into this craft of love. Going beyond a revivalist sentiment, her passionate presence and luminous instrumentals play like a force of infection pulling one into a personal fantasy from a bygone era. These songs ooze with class, as a slick production steeped in attitude. A return to the glory of 70s Disco, Funk and Pop, steeped with a little 90s Dance pianos, House grooves and Daft Punk sensibilities.
The opening stretch has a groovy rhythmic persuasion. A beautiful balance is stuck, inspired words swoon over mighty bold melodies, full of upbeat jovial spirit, striving forth with a dance-able confidence. The theme of empowerment in pursuit of pleasure and indulgence is executed with warmth and compassion. A very humanist oriented energy emanates, painting vivid images of fun social parties and the nightlife bliss.
Past its first five songs, a few tracks hit a subtle difference in stride. It seems 70s cheese and less favorable cliches of that era get a keen focus. Raunchy "wink wink" lyrics, chirpy melodies and quirky hooks paint an interesting picture of bygone trends, reviving them with a lot of energy. Initially, these crude strides turned me off but repetition has worked its charm. I'm still not sold but I can't deny its a brilliant exercise in taking dated ideas and putting on polish, while clearly having fun in the process.
Between those numbers, the music looses some of that opening vibrancy. Perhaps the endless upbeat march is a little much for me. I loved how the previous record moved into theatrical strides with emotive beats, leaning to the melancholy alongside adorning string sections. This effort felt strictly settled on its Disco dance floor orientation. The moody shift of Lightning lacks a spark on the way out to provide that variance. Overall, That! Feels Good has some absolutely brilliant, infectious music but it waivers when leaning harder into its mightily enthused ideas over and over again.
Rating: 7/10

A five year gap between Noire and Electric Sun has elapsed, the largest among VNV's twelve records. Evidently a veteran of ones own identity, this re-emergence offers next to nothing new. Its steady stream of melancholic warmth resonates on familiar footing. Harris' soft fatherly voice words lyrics steeped in compassion, introspection and wisdom. The message of victory not vengeance persists, navigating humanist struggles and emotive pains through grandiose metaphors. An easily digested balance of darkly Club synthesizers and thumping Dance percussion whirls up energy. Slick Neo-classical instrumentation ushers itself in, fanning emotive flames with soothing pianos, completing a glossy aesthetic housing both softness and edge.
Its a bright, thoughtfully crafted execution of a familiar blueprint. Its glittery melodies, grand stings and pulsing dance floor drums are left dulled by their lack of surprise. Having acquainted with and grown fond of an unshaken sound so many moons ago, its left this listener with little to love beyond its pleasantries. Both aesthetic and thematically resolute, even Electric Sun's structure felt archetypal. The same rotation of gleaming astral interludes and a dark banger, Artifice, rolled out with familiar feeling. Its a fine record but perhaps not something I was in the mood for. I'm sure these songs would find themselves home on rotation in a VNV Nation playlist.
Rating : 5/10

I recall commenting previously that Yagya's music, a unique blend of dreamy Ethereal Downtempo ambience, had run its course with me. Still in adoration of the peaceful persuasion this composer casts, this newest installment commanded a curious listen. The soft sway of deeply subdued dub percussion meets a timeless array of cloudy synths again for another sleepy affair in the heavens. Business as usual, the sweetest of routines that leaves me with little to say I haven't already in previous posts.
Where Faded Photographs caught my ear was with its vocal collaborations. A real sense of intended chemistry emerged as these delicate, softly sung voices chimed in as if a new element of the Yagya sound. Its been done before but in a few instances, these unions with Bandreas, Benoit Pioulard and my favorite Saint Sinner, turned out a treat! The subtle saxophone expressions from Óskar Guðjónsson another delight.
With a rather constrained temperament and consistent approach to the composition of these eleven songs, the novelty wears off swiftly but a soothing charm does persist. The Serpent stands head and shoulders apart as the records best song. Grappling with foggy unease and eerie stresses, the chorus moves through gratifying shifts as tensions resolve and elevate with beautiful chord progressions. It commanded me to write this post! The record however did become a rather typical affair for a sound thoroughly explored already. I do still enjoy on occasion though, this was one of them.
Rating: 6/10