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MH-224 Her Space Holiday - The Young Machines  Change... love... death... infidelity... confession... a break up. Marc Bianchi is nearly surgical in his ability to slice delicate songs of love, loss, hope, despair, and optimism out of one very hard year. His striking new release as Her Space Holiday is The Young Machines, an authentic foray into intelligent dream-pop. The production is everything you have come to expect from Her Space Holiday; intricate string arrangements, analog synth patterns, lush guitar-like drones and tasteful drum programming abound, but it is the songwriting that elevates the album to its elite status. Traditional song structures take unexpected turns throughout, highlighting introspection and vulnerability most often missing in electronic music. The Young Machines is a ten-song encapsulation of a year on the edge and Her Space Holiday's most complete and personal release. |
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| Terrific stuff. - Q / A beautiful bittersweet record - Under The Radar / Often on a par with the very best of Elliott Smith. - Uncut / The finest Her Space Holiday release - Pulse / Rapturous and bittersweet, The Young Macines is a soothing swoon. - Entertainment Weekly / Bianchi has made the album of his life - Logo |
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| Even by his standards, maudlin bedroom composer Marc Bianchi has endured a pretty depressing year. Break-ups and family bereavements have all made for a creative flush, however, and The Young Machines, Bianchi's third album, is raw emotion made flesh. Constructed from a barrage of splintered drums, dreamy guitars and sombre vocals, there are some beautiful moments here - "My Girlfriend's Boyfriend" and "The Luxury of Loneliness" are both warped and soothing, but it's "Sleepy California," a swooning lament woven around a crush of beats, that really dazzles. Terrific stuff. - Q |
