SOAP & SKIN
Lovetune for vacuum
(PIAS) Heavy vinyl LP & CD


Anja Plaschg, this young and extremely pale Viennese musician, has an unusual air of a young lady about her, which makes her the talk of the town. A bit of Antony & The Johnson, a bit of Yann Tiersen, essentially "pop" music made by someone who has studied classical scores. She plays the piano with ferocity or tenderness, sometimes singing softly and sometimes shouting, she plays with contrasts and adds slightly scratchy electronic sounds to create a modern-ancient effect.

Without contributing any originality, Lovetune for vacuum is a beautiful album, overall, no track can be accused of being mere filler.

Strong music, subtly violent and cold, undoubtedly dark and melancholic, which might have been called "dark" in the past but nowadays we would be misunderstood; there's nothing vulgar or fetishistic here.

The track where Anja outdoes herself is not present on the album, however. It was hidden as the B-side of the single Spiracle and was called Interview (feat. Heartmill). In fact, there's more talking than singing here: together with her friend Lisa Yvo Heartmill, she expresses disgust and anger by cursing and spitting, underneath a malevolent voice, artificially distorted, and subtle, fragile, and poignant music creates a dramatic and unsettling contrast.

Black poetry.

Fausto @ martinrecs.com

Tracklist Samples and Videos

01   Sleep (02:46)

02   Cry Wolf (03:50)

03   Thanatos (02:36)

04   Extinguish Me (02:40)

05   Turbine Womb (03:48)

06   Cynthia (02:59)

07   Fall Foliage (02:46)

08   Spiracle (02:52)

09   Mr. Gaunt Pt 1000 (02:29)

10   Marche funèbre (03:01)

11   The Sun (03:16)

12   DDMMYYYY (03:40)

13   Brother of Sleep (05:29)

14   Untitled (feat. Lily Cogwheel) (02:30)

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By Targetski

 Her album sounds like few recent releases, and it sounds quite somber.

 Plaschg’s true ability is to blend classical and experimental, tradition and technology, so that the album sounds both timeless and extremely modern.


By bacotabacco

 The little voice, tender like a child's. Becoming a woman. And shouting. And freeing itself.

 Chaos and calm. Scream loud, vomit out the gases, the poisons, the toxins.


By Jesper

 Piano and laptop immediately engage in a dialogue with an intense voice, comparable to the pathos of Nico, but with a more gentle aftertaste.

 "Lovetune For Vacuum," with all its small flaws, remains an album to be listened to in the intimacy of one’s room.