Holograms - 'Holograms'
An assured and atmospheric debut from the Swedish quartet
There’s a tension running through ‘Holograms’ that cannot be fabricated. A sense of desperation and urban entrapment. Opening track ‘Monolith’ starts out on the slow burn: “Standing in line/Skyline/See you fall/On concrete floors”. They cast a grey shadow over the foreseeable landscape and it doesn’t get any less grim from there on in. The tracks are lifted, sonically, by playtime synthesisers. ‘ABC City’ is beautifully arpeggiated, broken by boisterous vocals and laid to waste in modern desolation. ‘Memories Of Sweat’ shows their ability to sidestep the obvious, paving space in their songs for imagery and emotion, somehow managing to be both vacant and explosive, as well as sexy.
Holograms have something about them. They may be revisiting the fossilised concept of boredom, but they’re bringing an original perspective. New flesh, fresh blood. Not just another punk band.
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