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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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| Gentle, beautiful and unspeakably sad - New York Times / Rapturous and bittersweet, The Young Machines is a soothing swoon - Entertainment Weekly / 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 / Bianchi has made the album of his life - Logo |
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| Marc Bianchi, aka Her Space Holiday is yet another bedroom electronic wizard, but he's careful not to disturb the neighbors. Luring gentle, burbling sounds out of his circuitry, the San Francisco native creates rueful songs about what goes on behind closed doors - the quiet, fumbling moments that are as intimate as Bianchi's velvety pop-and-click-scrapes. On his third album, The Young Machines, he is preoccupied with connections between lovers and friends and family, and how they are severed by infidelity and recrimination. Singing in a faux-naive voice, Bianchi reaches out to a crush on "Tech Romance" ("So carry me around / Like a picture in your purse"), ruminates about absent relatives in "Sleepy California" ("I miss my mom"), ponders illicit sexual kicks in "Something To Do With My Hands" and pines for lost loves just about everywhere else. Rapturous and bittersweet, The Young Machines is a soothing swoon. - Entertainment Weekly |
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