Silicone Soul
Staring Into Space

THE REVIEW

What a beautiful sound house has!

Let’s go. Let’s forget the acid, the deep, the progressive, the ambient... Everything! A beautiful return to the origins: to Chicago, to the clubs, to our African American friends and their music, soul. A beautiful Marvin Gaye melody, a nice p-funk bass, a gritty drum and some jazz phrasing every now and then. Plus a nice beat, soft and clear (irresistible), pulsing relentlessly underneath. Here's the magic formula. To dance to anytime: on the beach, in the clubs, alone or in sweet company to engage in more intimate dances... And even in space, that’s the thought of Silicone Soul: ‘Staring Into Space’.

The Scottish duo arrives at the second album in excellent shape and strikes on the first try with the wonderful single Feeling Blue: formal and emotional perfection, a sweet stimulus to surrender to the seductive rhythm. And the legs, as well as the synapses, cannot resist.

But stopping only at Feeling Blue would be a huge mistake, because if every track is beautiful (and certainly a potential hit for the dance floor) even better is to listen to the entire album: the atmosphere is warm and relaxed, sensual and enveloping. The care for sound rendering is optimal, and the nuances equally exceptional: it starts with the tender and easy-listening When The Devil Drives (enhanced by trumpet phrasings) and closes with the roaring The Poisener's Diary, with its beautiful title and a tribute to the more eighties sound of the seminal Depeche Mode. In between, besides the aforementioned Feeling Blue the absolute pinnacle of the work, thousands of danceable and fascinating inventions: the environmental Burning Sands, the nocturnal Folie A Deux, the syncopated Les Nocturnes, the powerful and disconcerting Inferno...

In short, an album as unique as it is rare in its purity and its romantic, all special anachronism; an album full of surprises and very few uncertainties, which do not in the least undermine the final result.