(Let not the ten freeze-dried lines already present on the site hold it against me… .)
Music to fall into the sweetest of dreams.
This is an angelic record.
Each track carries a considerable load of elegant electronics, never excessive and always engaging with every single beat.
An outline of low-fi traces the boundary between pop accents and more intricate, diagonal tracks, reaching the most relaxing chill-out atmospheres only to quickly escape.
The influential hand of Notwist is indeed felt, especially in tracks like Nin-Com-Pop, where the female wind-like voice seems to mold like clay with every melodic change.
Or in Middle Curse, where dirty electronic feedback noises almost make it seem like the record is skipping in the player, just like the initial effect of Pick Up The Phone in Neon Golden.
Of course, the achievements of albums like Shrink or Neon Golden are distant, but, upon reflection, not too far off.
The sound of the record is purely dusty, seemingly cold and detached.
Then, the more you listen to it, the more you realize that it's the slow process of this type of electronica that requires some time to penetrate all the way to the spine.
It's not about detachment but slow hypnosis.
And while the underlying dust remains, the mind is already captivated by the sound of analog atmospheres, seemingly bleached, and is projected toward the repeat all button.
Dark atmospheres, one imagines East Berlin, colored lights and mathmos lamps.
More than an album, it seems like a mnemonic journey through both near and distant memories together.
Valerie’s voice will dig deep into you without any escape.
You’ve taken a beautiful journey within your psyche because this is an album that puts you in the right psychophysical conditions to reflect and, above all, imagine.