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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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| Brutal honesty in music can reap mixed dividends. It can lead to beautiful, powerful works of art: but only when the writer involves the listener, to such an extent that they cannot fail to empathise on some level. On the other hand, it can become overbearing and difficult to listen to - the audience may feel compelled to scream "Pull yourself together!" when the artist crosses the line from being involving, to just plain self-involved. Her Space Holiday's Marc Bianchi walks precariously along that line on The Young Machines. Frequently, he's sharp and funny - full of self-knowledge and charm. Elsewhere, he's so devastatingly sincere that it's almost embarrassing to listen to. Playing this record feels like an intrusion, so naked are some of the confessions. - Stylus |
