I literally had no idea what to expect as I pressed play on this album, which I discovered in the process of doing research on yesterday's post. The similarities in - uh - cover art esthetics between the two are of course intriguing, but this album is more than mere skin. As album opener "Mistress" whisks by there's a feeling of floating on air on account of the ethereal vocals and the lighter-than-oxygen synth lines. This is dream pop, for sure, and stripped down to the bare necessities of vocals, synths and programmed drums, with nary an organic instrument let loose near this duo. After a while all this airy dreamy fluffy pop gets a bit samey sleepy repeaty, and halfway through I have lost interest in Ejecta's gentle and seductive whispering. This is all very gorgeous and beautiful, but lacking in depth. An album for relaxed meditation, not for staying awake.
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