The debut Hologram Teen album certainly arrives with all the right credentials in place as it is the solo project of none other than Morgane Lhote, the long-term avante-guardian of the keyboards for seminal indie adventurers Stereolab during what many consider to be their creative high water mark.
It says something about the world around us when there are people who can name all of The Kardashians but who can’t name 5 political leaders, or know just how long it would take to ride from King’s Landing to…some other place in a made up world but can’t point to North Korea on the map.
But a cover this isn’t, instead it is a slinky pop-rock amalgam, built of iconic, low slung and sleazy guitar lines, instantly accessible hook lines and a vocal delivery forged of sass and confidence.
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...takes a blend of country sensibility and rock muscle to build a song which will not only please the Music City purists but which also has the infectiousness and sonic appeal that could see it tap into a much wider audience.
Music has long celebrated and cursed the liquid in equal measure and here Willodean take a more reflective approach to the subject.
It skirts the realms of minimal, Vangelis soundscapes, of progressive rock interludes, of futuristic dreams and galactic visions. But the purpose here is not the outward journey that some of the track titles might suggest, but an inner voyage, one built of meditation, calmness and introspection.
It is the band at their toughest, darkest, grittiest, a statement as much about where they come from as where they might be heading.
Essentially it is an album of atmospheres rather than songs, of mood as opposed to music in the conventional sense, and even when there seems to be more space than creativity you are surrounded by sounds which hypnotise, intrigue, soothe and silence.
You could make a good argument that Existente’s output is barely music at all, by any popular, mainstream definition anyway. Much like the infamous violin dragged along a path art-noise experiment, you can’t say that it doesn’t conform to many of the same principles as any other music being made, it is just that it has a sense of other, somewhere between a sonic art instillation and the distant echoes of the big bang picked up by scientific equipment in deep space.