And so, the mayhem and bloodlust beginneth. Alex Tronic records say they are “proud to present Weightless Hours” and so they damned well should be. In an era of Simon Cowell and antiseptic pre-programmed wannabes, here is a slice of the real deal. This is 49 minutes of electronic soundscapes, a seething mesh of failed romanticism, dashed dreams and still, cold, slow-burning rage.
If Sir Ridley Scott should ever consider remaking Blade Runner, then here is the perfect soundtrack. This album is a subtle meditation on life’s little tragedies and mysteries, three years in the making and all the better for it. It is as if Portishead, Depeche Mode and John Coltrane had all been shoved into a blender, with too much black coffee and way too much cynicism and whisky. A dark, brooding delight for all doomed lovers out there.
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