Night-Time Birds
Cosmic shoegaze pop brilliance from the Canaries, courtesy of Carolina Machado’s Akane - imagine a shipwrecked Julee Cruise or Teresa Winter on a deserted island serendipitously furnished with a crude studio
Spiralling in ever increasingly circles, ‘Night Time Birds’ is a wondrous introduction to Akane’s distillation of psych-pop, dream-pop and shoegaze that’s been fermenting in her bedroom studio on tenerife for the past few years. Blooming from spangled synth noise to epic panoramas, her debut solo album takes influence from the alien landscape of her native island in the mid Atlantic as much as the imagery of David Lynch flicks and sun-bleached Californian psychedelia to realise a distinctive style of avant-pop songcraft rife with inventive detail and texture.
Like Teresa Winter, Akane pushes her lo-fi equipment to produce usual sounds that she can safely call her own, finding expression in finely harnessed distortion and transmuting extra-musical inspirations into fictive narratives with a stoyellting grasp of extended melody. The title and feel of succinct opener ‘The End of the World’ is clearly an ode to her homeland, before ‘Level Up’ introduces a her siren-like vocals at a distance, set to tart synths redolent of Kay Logan’s Otherworld. The Lynch and Julee Cruise influence is most palpable on the noctilucent projections of ‘Son’ and gauzy drifter ‘Death Valley’, while rhythmic vignette ‘Analog Sea’ calls to mind ‘80s fantasy cartoon soundtracks via Orphan Fairytales, before it all brilliantly oozes out of focus and into Jodorwskyan zones in the final throes.
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Cosmic shoegaze pop brilliance from the Canaries, courtesy of Carolina Machado’s Akane - imagine a shipwrecked Julee Cruise or Teresa Winter on a deserted island serendipitously furnished with a crude studio
Spiralling in ever increasingly circles, ‘Night Time Birds’ is a wondrous introduction to Akane’s distillation of psych-pop, dream-pop and shoegaze that’s been fermenting in her bedroom studio on tenerife for the past few years. Blooming from spangled synth noise to epic panoramas, her debut solo album takes influence from the alien landscape of her native island in the mid Atlantic as much as the imagery of David Lynch flicks and sun-bleached Californian psychedelia to realise a distinctive style of avant-pop songcraft rife with inventive detail and texture.
Like Teresa Winter, Akane pushes her lo-fi equipment to produce usual sounds that she can safely call her own, finding expression in finely harnessed distortion and transmuting extra-musical inspirations into fictive narratives with a stoyellting grasp of extended melody. The title and feel of succinct opener ‘The End of the World’ is clearly an ode to her homeland, before ‘Level Up’ introduces a her siren-like vocals at a distance, set to tart synths redolent of Kay Logan’s Otherworld. The Lynch and Julee Cruise influence is most palpable on the noctilucent projections of ‘Son’ and gauzy drifter ‘Death Valley’, while rhythmic vignette ‘Analog Sea’ calls to mind ‘80s fantasy cartoon soundtracks via Orphan Fairytales, before it all brilliantly oozes out of focus and into Jodorwskyan zones in the final throes.
Cosmic shoegaze pop brilliance from the Canaries, courtesy of Carolina Machado’s Akane - imagine a shipwrecked Julee Cruise or Teresa Winter on a deserted island serendipitously furnished with a crude studio
Spiralling in ever increasingly circles, ‘Night Time Birds’ is a wondrous introduction to Akane’s distillation of psych-pop, dream-pop and shoegaze that’s been fermenting in her bedroom studio on tenerife for the past few years. Blooming from spangled synth noise to epic panoramas, her debut solo album takes influence from the alien landscape of her native island in the mid Atlantic as much as the imagery of David Lynch flicks and sun-bleached Californian psychedelia to realise a distinctive style of avant-pop songcraft rife with inventive detail and texture.
Like Teresa Winter, Akane pushes her lo-fi equipment to produce usual sounds that she can safely call her own, finding expression in finely harnessed distortion and transmuting extra-musical inspirations into fictive narratives with a stoyellting grasp of extended melody. The title and feel of succinct opener ‘The End of the World’ is clearly an ode to her homeland, before ‘Level Up’ introduces a her siren-like vocals at a distance, set to tart synths redolent of Kay Logan’s Otherworld. The Lynch and Julee Cruise influence is most palpable on the noctilucent projections of ‘Son’ and gauzy drifter ‘Death Valley’, while rhythmic vignette ‘Analog Sea’ calls to mind ‘80s fantasy cartoon soundtracks via Orphan Fairytales, before it all brilliantly oozes out of focus and into Jodorwskyan zones in the final throes.
Cosmic shoegaze pop brilliance from the Canaries, courtesy of Carolina Machado’s Akane - imagine a shipwrecked Julee Cruise or Teresa Winter on a deserted island serendipitously furnished with a crude studio
Spiralling in ever increasingly circles, ‘Night Time Birds’ is a wondrous introduction to Akane’s distillation of psych-pop, dream-pop and shoegaze that’s been fermenting in her bedroom studio on tenerife for the past few years. Blooming from spangled synth noise to epic panoramas, her debut solo album takes influence from the alien landscape of her native island in the mid Atlantic as much as the imagery of David Lynch flicks and sun-bleached Californian psychedelia to realise a distinctive style of avant-pop songcraft rife with inventive detail and texture.
Like Teresa Winter, Akane pushes her lo-fi equipment to produce usual sounds that she can safely call her own, finding expression in finely harnessed distortion and transmuting extra-musical inspirations into fictive narratives with a stoyellting grasp of extended melody. The title and feel of succinct opener ‘The End of the World’ is clearly an ode to her homeland, before ‘Level Up’ introduces a her siren-like vocals at a distance, set to tart synths redolent of Kay Logan’s Otherworld. The Lynch and Julee Cruise influence is most palpable on the noctilucent projections of ‘Son’ and gauzy drifter ‘Death Valley’, while rhythmic vignette ‘Analog Sea’ calls to mind ‘80s fantasy cartoon soundtracks via Orphan Fairytales, before it all brilliantly oozes out of focus and into Jodorwskyan zones in the final throes.
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Cosmic shoegaze pop brilliance from the Canaries, courtesy of Carolina Machado’s Akane - imagine a shipwrecked Julee Cruise or Teresa Winter on a deserted island serendipitously furnished with a crude studio
Spiralling in ever increasingly circles, ‘Night Time Birds’ is a wondrous introduction to Akane’s distillation of psych-pop, dream-pop and shoegaze that’s been fermenting in her bedroom studio on tenerife for the past few years. Blooming from spangled synth noise to epic panoramas, her debut solo album takes influence from the alien landscape of her native island in the mid Atlantic as much as the imagery of David Lynch flicks and sun-bleached Californian psychedelia to realise a distinctive style of avant-pop songcraft rife with inventive detail and texture.
Like Teresa Winter, Akane pushes her lo-fi equipment to produce usual sounds that she can safely call her own, finding expression in finely harnessed distortion and transmuting extra-musical inspirations into fictive narratives with a stoyellting grasp of extended melody. The title and feel of succinct opener ‘The End of the World’ is clearly an ode to her homeland, before ‘Level Up’ introduces a her siren-like vocals at a distance, set to tart synths redolent of Kay Logan’s Otherworld. The Lynch and Julee Cruise influence is most palpable on the noctilucent projections of ‘Son’ and gauzy drifter ‘Death Valley’, while rhythmic vignette ‘Analog Sea’ calls to mind ‘80s fantasy cartoon soundtracks via Orphan Fairytales, before it all brilliantly oozes out of focus and into Jodorwskyan zones in the final throes.