Deastro – Moondagger (Ghostly International) 06/07/2007

July 10, 2009 by  


Who, at some point in their life, hasn?t wanted to be an astronaut? You know the promise of encountering alien life forms; the romanticism of adventure; the exploration of the unknown? It was more likely the cool storm trooper suit and giant rocket that captured your 6 year old imagination but buoyed by the unabashed excitement of space travel, Moondagger could almost be the wide-eyed soundtrack to the summer of ?69.

Wrapping solar tales about far off galaxies and personal musings in spectral synth and metronomic, percussive claps, Deastro is out to question just about everything. Moulded in Randolph Chabot?s image (he?s the chap on vocals and responsible for all the electronic glitchery), it?s an album deep-set in fantasy and fiction, unfurling with glorious, unabashed pop sensibility. ?Toxic Crusaders? soars with the all the crystalline purity Mew could muster as Chabot delves into some metaphysical, Matrix-style rationale ?Are we not made of the roots and the planets and the trees?? while the gorgeous, keyboard-draped ?The Shaded Forests? bounds and burns itself out to an equally shimmering close.

Armed with enough technology to land an Apollo mission, the coded bleeping of ?Biophelia? and the Pet Shop Boys-come-New Order synth-clap of ?Kurgan Wave Number One? do more than enough to mix up Deastro?s pop aesthetic with additional electro voltage, and while Chabot?s escapist lyrics are prevalent throughout, it?s the fantastical musical elements of ?Moondagger? that make it an otherworldly joy. It?s music that evokes and conjures, shifting from minimalist 8 bit sound bites to full blown spatial pomp. Where ?Pyramid Builders? is more Space Invaders than Solaris, jittering with staccato restlessness, ?Rivers of Life? comes on with fleeting waves of shoegaze?and Mario rattling his plumbing with a monkey wrench. We might not share Deastro?s affinity with the great unknown but taking just a sliver of ?Moondagger?s rampant imagination should let yours do the rest.


By Reef Younis