Immaculate Machine sum up life with metaphorical vomit
I was kind of at a loss for what to write about today. Not because I don’t have a big list of things to cover, as I do, but I wasn’t really in the mood for any of it. As my iPod shuffled away, Immaculate Machine came on, and it occurred to me that I never had gotten around to them previously.
Now, in keeping with the recent run of newish type things, I was going to include something from their upcoming High on Jackson Hill album. The problem with that is that I don’t really like it very much. Maybe it’ll grow on me over time, but it gives a vibe of bland noise at the moment.
So we instead look back to 2007’s Immaculate Machine’s Fables and the delightful C’mon Sea Legs. Sure, the meaning behind it is simplistic enough, but it’s a masterclass in pop song construction. Vocals dominate the track, at some points seeming to be the only thing in the mix. Different voices float in and out, all building to a wonderful flourish toward the end. Not every song can work like this (indeed, it would be boring if they did), but sometimes the simple designs function best.
I have only heard “Only Love You For Your Car” and “Sound The Alarms” from their myspace but thought they were just great! A really different but more honest sound, I look forward to their new album.