The plush daybreak sound of The Vanities’ “2001” neck kisses the afterthought of the 1980’s. The wiry-meshed out guitars, and electrified vocals are a midnight, a canto worth repeating.
“Love is gonna take you high,” there is a scatterbrain working at the tendrils of the album “2001” in “Love is the News” its reportage on otherworldliness is numinous. The Vanities take off from the very first crunchy, gospel-like guitar to its last sinewy breath.
It’s a more ethereal album than perhaps darker, more brooding artists. We listen gravely, curiously and notice the cherubic features navigating the twists and turns of the labyrinth-like whorls. We suspect that traveling in a hot summery domain would leave burns and teeth-like marks changing the skin in untold ways. The Vanities leaves us in swells and transforms the shapeless folds of our psyche, shipbuilding the rims of confounded anima.
When hearing the wailing of The Vanities we consider how everything is a passing mist, moving deftly from room to room washing the existence of illusion and relinquishing it of its ghosts; a time-traveller reliving moments without exhaust. The angelic cries of The Vanities’ “2001” unglues the guitar-strike of hymns from secluded places and parsed, enigmatic words, there is a heft in the spacey lyrics that speak tellingly of strange, untraveled lands.
When we listen to The Vanities we might think of David Bowie, New Order, and Echo and the Bunnymen. The wavy, contagious album, “2001” leaves us spanning the years accompanied by seraphim. Give The Vanities “2001” a listen their soundscape is unique and familiar at the same time-
Written by Hari Palacio
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