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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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| Judging from the latest release by Her Space Holiday, aka Mark Bianchi, it seems our protagonist has had nothing short of a terrible year. Fortunately for music fans, or at least emo electronica fans, the maxim "whatever doesn't kill you makes a great record" applies. Bianchi's recent The Young Machines picks up at the crossroads of Elliot Smith and the Postal Service, forging a path all its own that invokes both pop indulgence and visceral reflection. The opening bells of the title track invite the listener on a journey of cinematic proportion, through the alleyways of drug addiction and personal loss, punctuated by self-doubt, sarcasm and lust. The final track "From South Carolina" boasts a gentle, intricate arrangement lulling the record's conclusion into a peaceful exhaustion. This is Bianchi's tour de force, emotive but clever enough to avoid seeming self-centered or pathetic, and satisfying in its candid complexity. - Junk Media |
