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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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| Remember the scene in Vanilla Sky where a forlorn Cameron Diaz gazes from across the room at Tom Cruise, and Penelope Cruz calls her "the saddest girl to ever hold a martini?" Well, The Young Machines could not only provide the soundtrack for that moment, they might be the musical equivalent-sophisticated, a little drunk and emotionally devastating. From "Tech Romance" where Marc Bianchi begs, "Carry me around like a picture in your purse," to the desperate "My Girlfriend's Boyfriend" Bianchi fuses intricate strings, analog keyboard gurgles and drum programming into a lush collection of ambient pop. Anyone who's followed Her Space Holiday will be heartbroken to hear that this album details the split-up of Bianchi's long-term relationship. Love, loss, despair - it's all here, embedded in dreamy drones which, without the lyrics, are buoyant enough to sound happy to anyone who's on top of the world. But listeners living through a lousy year of their own should probably just go out and get the new Andrew W.K. album, because this one's too gut wrenching. - Resonance |
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