Cold Cave
Cherish The Light Years
(Matador Records)
rel. date: released
New York city’s Cold Cave ejaculate headlong into their sophomore album, the rather imitative “Cherish The Light Years”, but those modern hipsters that love to groove to mindless, dance floor-ready synth tunes will mostly find something to adore here. With it’s austere, Bad Seeds-derived cover art and menacingly themed lyrics leader Wesley Eisold makes no bones about his love for the flinty edges of life experience. It could all be a bit of glum fakery, or he and his troupe may actually be enraptured by a musical style that basically reached it’s practical popular zenith a couple of decades ago. Still, even Eisold’s exasperating sibilance can’t keep these folks from sounding like a stepchild to New Order’s offspring brought to the party just a little too late. The second half of the album retreats from the formula slightly and delves into more of an ambient churn. Truthfully, there’s nothing new here, but fans of the genre past or present will see the light.
Jeff Monk
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