Confetti In Your Mouth, Valleys.

Confetti In Your Mouth, Valleys.

With its lyrics of “confetti in your mouth” buoyed by a darkened synthwave that writhes grim as an eel in oil, Undream A Year – the preliminary peep into Montréal duo Valleys’ forthcoming sophomore, Are You Going to Stand There and Talk Weird All Night? – makes for a gloriously disorientating experience even from first play. Simultaneously recalling the misery intrinsic to Good News For People Who Love Bad News and the thrillingly shrill sterility of Cold Cave, there’s an appositely aloof charm to this so-called Desert Island Edit. “Can’t I dream of you?” Marc St Louis pleas crestfallen atop rolling undulations of modulating synthesiser and squalling distortion. It’s the sonic epitome of a nonexistent point in time at which the musical industrialisation of the ’80s intersects the epoch’s more shiny, happy pop fare that is then decelerated to a doleful gurgle like that of a 7″ at a lethargic 33 revolutions per minute. It’s one that’ll surely up your pulse regardless, and rightly so for slow burn churning rarely sounded so ecstatic.

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