| And now, for something completely different. This'll be Her Space Holiday, namely one Marc Bianchi, who's already blessed us with some of the most otherworldly melodies ever committed to tape (or CD, or vinyl - y'know what I mean). Manic Expressive speaks for itself really, while the Ambidextrous album was full of tasty remixes he'd done of other people's tracks, the Bright Eyes one being a particular highlight. Where once he recorded with his girly-wurly-friend (what?), he's now alone, in a different city (Austin, Texas if you fancy a date), and has a new home with Mush records, who've been dropping dope hip-hop on the kids for years. The Young Machines is one of the most honest albums I've ever heard, or even ever recorded. There are no secrets between the listener and Bianchi's frank and beautiful lyrics on this here long player. He dead pans about shaggin' behind his girlfriend's back, with the simplest beat and beautiful keyboards accompanying him, and on "My Girlfriend's Boyfriend," he tells us about just that. At times funny (I can't work out whether this is unintentional or not, which is good), the album twists and turns from beginning to end, with sweeping strings and heavy beats swaying together hand in hand. There are good times here too, with Bianchi recounting falling in love in the most normal, almost boring, way possible, yet making it sound like it's never been done before. If he ever gives it up, I recommend he writes soap operas. They'd be classics. - BBC |
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