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$12.99 CD
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WASHED OUT
Within and Without
(Sub Pop)
"Eyes Be Closed"
"Before"
Just in last week's Update we were pronouncing the death of chillwave, with artists like Toro Y Moi and Memory Tapes replacing much of the gauzy lo-fi sheen of their earlier releases with a more polished and even streamlined sound on their latest albums. Washed Out, the one-man project of Ernest Greene, however, is proudly keeping the icy torch aglow, and his new record is, in fact, everything that was so right with the genre to begin with. Greene must be a literal guy, as his band name so accurately reflects the sound of his music, and so does this album title, Within and Without. It is music for both the head and the body, delivering both intimacy and grandiosity; Greene creates a blissed-out, hazy dancefloor filled with swinging arms and gyrating hips coupled with an after-party intimate encounter, as well as the warm summer morning feelings the following day. This is sexual stuff, or shall I say sensual, a soft boy cooing on top of a bed of slightly swaying and lightly bouncing electronic beats made in a home studio, and at times the closeness is inescapable. Song titles like "Eyes Be Closed," "Soft" or "You and I" reflect the framing, and along with the up close and personal album artwork, they paint a picture of physical contact and personal relationships.
What sets Greene apart from his time capsule-inspired contemporaries like Nite Jewel, the aforementioned Toro Y Moi, Ford & Lopatin, or elder-statesman Panda Bear, is the pure sense of control he exerts in his electronic songwriting, as he shapes and sculpts layers of small intricate sounds. He also differs by sticking with the mostly digital instruments, not shifting to analog for the sake of proving something, and the subtleness of the chill-out vibe of the songs is refreshing. It's another ode to the '80s, yet Washed Out's brand of mid-tempo white funk isn't afraid to sonically sound good and be danceable. Greene shows a true sense for dance music that much of the scene is missing, though it's never tough and hard-hitting; his palette is filled with pastels more so than neon. It also references shoegaze, but I actually hear more of the dance-influenced sounds of the second half of the '80s -- think Talk Talk's late output, but also the (then) younger generation fusion of bands like Chapterhouse or even dance-pop acts the Beloved, or the Balearic side of Saint Etienne, yet devoid of guitars so this purely embraces the electric dream. Indie for dance fans, dance for indie fans, if you've flipped out over James Blake, Bon Iver, or Memory Tapes, be ready to have your body melt; here is the record that you'll play all summer. I'm not saying it's better than sliced bread, but for what it's worth, I'm impressed. Reminds me of Person Pitch for the next generation. [DG]
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