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MH-260 Her Space Holiday - XOXO, Panda And The New Kid Revival  Putting some space between himself and the computer that has provided the basis for so much of his recent work, Marc Bianchi has taken the last two years to focus on what got him into music in the first place, writing connective songs and working out the layers of sound he hears in his head. The results are a new persona, XOXO, Panda, and the reinforcement of the feelings of personal and artistic freedom that drive his music. Loose and carefree arrangements of guitar, bass, banjo, mandolin, shakers, glockenspiel, and drums lay the foundation for vocal storytelling sing-a-longs. XOXO, Panda And The New Kid Revival is a brilliant calling card for Her Space Holiday’s newly awakened alter-ego, and a watershed moment in his growth as a songwriter and performer. |
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| Guitar pop songs that are as charming as they are simple - Rolling Stone / The fact that he can switch up styles so frequently and make solid records says something special about Bianchi - Pop Matters / His melodies have that wonderful undefinable quality that makes you want to hear them over and over again... Killer indie pop cuts - Babysue |
Her Space Holiday champions a self-coined new kid revival, a cause referenced everywhere from the album title to the salutation preceding obligatory thank yous within the liner notes. Hand-clapping album opener “The New Kid Revival” and rollicking closer “One for My Soul (Good Night)” promote the concept and are essentially one song bookending 12 additional tracks. Both feature the same catchy refrain, critical for lending legitimacy to any movement: “It doesn’t matter if we’re making them money/ It doesn’t matter if we’re making their list/ All that matters is we keep dancing to the beat of our homemade hits.” The moniker bedroom pop producer Marc Bianchi elected to adopt suggests his creative endeavors are pursued during, and perhaps inspired by, relational schisms. Rather than brood and cry over spilled milk, Her Space Holiday instead chooses to philosophize over the minor disaster, crack jokes and share laughs. Then, when considering the physics of a crashing glass, the songs re-channel the spill's energy to create positive momentum from that seemingly unfortunate situation. Breaking up this fall? Scribble the lyrics to psych-pop gem “No More Good Ideas” in a letter or feature the track prominently within the (last) mixtape you send his or her way. It’ll take less than three minutes for mature-beyond-his-youth Bianchi to break up amicably on your behalf. - Flagpole |
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