| "Suck on my fingertips until you kill all my prints / So your boyfriend has no clue of how much I've been touching you," Marc Bianchi sings two songs into his latest album as Her Space Holiday, The Young Machines. With songs like "My Girlfriend's Boyfriend" and "Girl Problem" it's clear that lust is the major theme of is sonic movie. He might just come off as a wannabe Don Juan on songs like "Something To Do With My Hands" and "Tech Romance" if he wasn't supported by a drop-dead gorgeous backdrop of beats, synthesized strings and other electronics. The music here makes him sound sensitive and deep even when he should like a cretin. It's also what makes The Young Machines stand out from the recorded output from a billion "sensitive" emo-kids that are just trying to hook up. To be fair, though, Bianchi's persona on record is much more complex than Mr. Lover Man. The prime example is "Sleepy California" where he admits he misses his mom and confesses his feelings about his grandmother's death. As the album goes on, he even shifts his focus from romance to his status in the music industry and the beefs he has with critics; though those songs come off as whiny and inconsequential, and drag the album down a bit, they also help keep his musical personality rounded. In general the album works best the softer it is, the more he revels in the lushness of his soundscapes. The way he whispers his sentiments over a symphony of beats and melodic textures is what makes The Young Machines mostly a joy, an album you can fall back into comfortably. - Erasing Clouds |
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