Review Summary: live.laugh.dance.eat.love.sleep
The irresistible serpentine synth that propels the opening track says it all; this is music for dizzy, euphoric dancing, an ecstatic catalyst for unstoppable movement. Yet even so, the music is never overpowering; the percussion snaps with admirable restraint and the melodies are all precisely and delicately constructed. It’s only in the final moments that cramp sets in and chattering synths stammer out an abrupt epilogue. The mayhem continues in the form of the candidly named
My Face Needs Food; one for the early morning, a soundtrack to bleary eyed wandering through streets caressed by rosy fingered dawn. Though the heart at the core of the track beats with purpose, lunatic synths, held upright only by the wavering beat, sweep and trip over each other in a dazzling and drunken cacophony.
By the halfway mark the fifteen minute EP slowly shifts from outright oceanic rapture to calmer waters; over the course of
Toe Games the music trickles in subdued, miasma like streams rather than imitating the thundering melodic waterfalls of the initial tracks, whilst
Thank You is gorgeous in its subdued melancholy.
It is precisely this unassuming evolution that makes
Her Tears so compelling; each song flows like an aural tributary into the musical horizon, forming a body of sound that’s simple and innocent at heart, yet still overwhelmingly alluring.
Scanning the song names provides some more details to flesh out the sound; perhaps they refer to a highly successful Friday night and Saturday morning. Reading too much into the music, however, is a futile exercise. Despite being classically trained, the human behind the music is devoid of all pretention, at least for now. Simply put,
Her Tears Taste Like Pears is a triumph of straightforward Dionysian pleasure over complex and calculated reason. Now all that’s left to do is shut up and dance.
