Review Summary: partying with satan
Burning Feeling doesn't really exist. This is a disco happening in a dream. If David Lynch directed
Saturday Night Fever, this would be the soundtrack. It's a high glamor disco party in Hell with the guest list being mostly murderers, ghouls, and demons. Steve Moore of Zombi fame sprinkles the modern day synthpop thing with mountains of glitter from the late 70's and early 80's dance and ends up shooting the moon. His combining of memorable dance tracks with such a sinister edge is both entertaining and captivating. Everything sounds awash in gold, glimmering in a sunset on some ocean shoreline.
What really caught my eye immediately with
Burning Feeling is how long and meandering it is without changing much and yet how incredibly good it stays. But perhaps that's the point; these songs could go on forever, there's no real rhyme or reason to the thing and by prodding along it somehow becomes more enveloping. "Don't Turn Away (From My Love)" is 9 minutes of marching bass and sonic fireworks that showcases Moore's love for very sparsely putting vocals in. Though soulful they may be, Moore allows the vocals to be a complete addition to the music, nothing to grab a hold of. You're constantly slipping further and deeper into
Burning Feeling until it consumes you. The party's gone on way too long, you've done way too many drugs, and more are closing in. There's a sense of no escape, no comfort throughout the album and it's what makes
Burning Feeling an exhilarating listen. You can try to hang on, but by the time the last brilliant synth note hits on "Deco District" you're left bewildered. I had the craziest dream last night.
