Opening with the kind of after-hours thrum which is cinematic shorthand for "potential naughty business about to occur in a tastefully lit but generic city apartment", it's to The Year Of's credit that they are able to drag 'Mantra' back from the Men&Motors precipice and mature an unpromising loungecore introduction into shimmering indietronica. Far more textured than such a wan genre-tag does it credit for, The Year Of are a supergroup (in the Morr scheme of things...), with members including Bernhard Fleischmann, Christof Kurzmann, Paul Kling (aka Burkhard Stangl), Martin Siewert and Werner Dafeldecker - all of whom bring a firm understanding of how to filter electronics through emotional charcoal. Whilst 'Slow Days' can hardly claim a podium place in terms of massaging lilting instrumentation and pathos weary vocals into a bed of subtle digitalis, just because they weren't first doesn't mean they should languish near the bottom of the pile. Bringing together the sonorous tones of Kurzmann's vocals and the sparsely populated luxury provided by a backroom of instrumental types, songs like 'Mantra', 'There's Something About You' and 'Stephen Hawking' glow with honeyed-malace - assuming a perspective similar to that of Dream City Film Club, albeit wrapped in an aural lace-curtain as opposed to heavy, theatrical velvet. Elsewhere, 'Bees Be' adds sweet strings without a hint of aspartame, 'Sleep' delves into Richard Hawley territory for a silky smudge of singer/songwriter perfection, whilst 'Stephen Hawking Inst.' slows Dick Dale down into an alt.country noir instrumental. Class of '06!
View more
Opening with the kind of after-hours thrum which is cinematic shorthand for "potential naughty business about to occur in a tastefully lit but generic city apartment", it's to The Year Of's credit that they are able to drag 'Mantra' back from the Men&Motors precipice and mature an unpromising loungecore introduction into shimmering indietronica. Far more textured than such a wan genre-tag does it credit for, The Year Of are a supergroup (in the Morr scheme of things...), with members including Bernhard Fleischmann, Christof Kurzmann, Paul Kling (aka Burkhard Stangl), Martin Siewert and Werner Dafeldecker - all of whom bring a firm understanding of how to filter electronics through emotional charcoal. Whilst 'Slow Days' can hardly claim a podium place in terms of massaging lilting instrumentation and pathos weary vocals into a bed of subtle digitalis, just because they weren't first doesn't mean they should languish near the bottom of the pile. Bringing together the sonorous tones of Kurzmann's vocals and the sparsely populated luxury provided by a backroom of instrumental types, songs like 'Mantra', 'There's Something About You' and 'Stephen Hawking' glow with honeyed-malace - assuming a perspective similar to that of Dream City Film Club, albeit wrapped in an aural lace-curtain as opposed to heavy, theatrical velvet. Elsewhere, 'Bees Be' adds sweet strings without a hint of aspartame, 'Sleep' delves into Richard Hawley territory for a silky smudge of singer/songwriter perfection, whilst 'Stephen Hawking Inst.' slows Dick Dale down into an alt.country noir instrumental. Class of '06!
Opening with the kind of after-hours thrum which is cinematic shorthand for "potential naughty business about to occur in a tastefully lit but generic city apartment", it's to The Year Of's credit that they are able to drag 'Mantra' back from the Men&Motors precipice and mature an unpromising loungecore introduction into shimmering indietronica. Far more textured than such a wan genre-tag does it credit for, The Year Of are a supergroup (in the Morr scheme of things...), with members including Bernhard Fleischmann, Christof Kurzmann, Paul Kling (aka Burkhard Stangl), Martin Siewert and Werner Dafeldecker - all of whom bring a firm understanding of how to filter electronics through emotional charcoal. Whilst 'Slow Days' can hardly claim a podium place in terms of massaging lilting instrumentation and pathos weary vocals into a bed of subtle digitalis, just because they weren't first doesn't mean they should languish near the bottom of the pile. Bringing together the sonorous tones of Kurzmann's vocals and the sparsely populated luxury provided by a backroom of instrumental types, songs like 'Mantra', 'There's Something About You' and 'Stephen Hawking' glow with honeyed-malace - assuming a perspective similar to that of Dream City Film Club, albeit wrapped in an aural lace-curtain as opposed to heavy, theatrical velvet. Elsewhere, 'Bees Be' adds sweet strings without a hint of aspartame, 'Sleep' delves into Richard Hawley territory for a silky smudge of singer/songwriter perfection, whilst 'Stephen Hawking Inst.' slows Dick Dale down into an alt.country noir instrumental. Class of '06!
In Stock (Ready To Ship)
Opening with the kind of after-hours thrum which is cinematic shorthand for "potential naughty business about to occur in a tastefully lit but generic city apartment", it's to The Year Of's credit that they are able to drag 'Mantra' back from the Men&Motors precipice and mature an unpromising loungecore introduction into shimmering indietronica. Far more textured than such a wan genre-tag does it credit for, The Year Of are a supergroup (in the Morr scheme of things...), with members including Bernhard Fleischmann, Christof Kurzmann, Paul Kling (aka Burkhard Stangl), Martin Siewert and Werner Dafeldecker - all of whom bring a firm understanding of how to filter electronics through emotional charcoal. Whilst 'Slow Days' can hardly claim a podium place in terms of massaging lilting instrumentation and pathos weary vocals into a bed of subtle digitalis, just because they weren't first doesn't mean they should languish near the bottom of the pile. Bringing together the sonorous tones of Kurzmann's vocals and the sparsely populated luxury provided by a backroom of instrumental types, songs like 'Mantra', 'There's Something About You' and 'Stephen Hawking' glow with honeyed-malace - assuming a perspective similar to that of Dream City Film Club, albeit wrapped in an aural lace-curtain as opposed to heavy, theatrical velvet. Elsewhere, 'Bees Be' adds sweet strings without a hint of aspartame, 'Sleep' delves into Richard Hawley territory for a silky smudge of singer/songwriter perfection, whilst 'Stephen Hawking Inst.' slows Dick Dale down into an alt.country noir instrumental. Class of '06!