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As an 80s baby, the 16 and 8-bit noises of old consoles and gameboys will always tug at my heart strings, wrestling me from this interconnected world and taking me back to a time when the Tetris end screen figured pretty highly into my life goals.
Enter E.m.m.a, wielding a debut album that swings wildly for my memories, taking swipes at my past both distant and more recent, Kirby’s Dreamhouse and Streets of Rage are mashed up with the pirate radio stations that used to blast out of our 6th form common room and the garage nights where a friend of a friend that owned their own decks and a boxful of vinyls would provide the gateway drug to real going out when we’d finally all turn 18.
Chuck in some Notting Hill carnival vibes for good measure and a healthy dose of Burial style dubstep and that pretty much sums up the listening experience, an experience that feels tailor made to my own personal tastes. Whilst the experimentation with chip-tune may be nothing original, the way it is presented here certainly feels different, atmospheric yet edgy, a balance of light and dark, dreamy soundscapes and devastating bass.
And I doubt I could tire of it, seemingly fresh and yet overwhelmingly nostalgic, for me at least, those that haven’t revelled in a fondness for late 80s/early 90s gaming and clubbing may not understand the virtues I am extolling, but others of my generation will surely find this to be a culturally rich sonic masterpiece.
Venue: Blue Gardens
Support Band: Keysound Recordings