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| Can't focus your camera for shit? Have you considered a career in shoegaze album covers? |
Disco was so reviled by the rockers it dethroned from the charts for its fifteen minutes of relevancy in the 70s it spawned a mini-genre of hilarious protest songs, but it only took until the dawn of the 2010s for an enterprising shoegaze outfit, the tragically overlooked Soundpool, to perfect the formula and turn a sound synonymous with dated, disposable trash into a sonic treasure by injecting funky disco beats beneath a shimmering surface wash of shoegaze guitars and ear-piercing synth tones, implicitly vindicating my hoarderesque refusal to divest myself of all the junk I've accrued over decades of subsistence. Just like metal and the morin khuur, disco and shoegaze go so well together your first impression will be "why did no one think of this before?" to which the answer probably is something like "by the time shoegaze dropped, dance music had moved on to more acclaimed pastures, producing gems like 'Pearl'", but that's no excuse, because disco needed its redemption arc even more than you and I needed Chapterhouse on our art-ho-courting playlists.
If Mirrors In Your Eyes has any faults, it frontloads the best tracks a little, but the sound is so cool this hardly matters. The title track plunges the listener into a realm of ambience so atmospheric and absorbing you won't want to leave until long after closer "Listen" peters out. Be sure to blast this disc in your car as you leave work late at night for maximum effect (you do work late just so you can experience your musikino existentially, right?).
