Glittery synth licks and space-age melodics make Deluka's debut You Are The Night
feel like a permanent trip inside a guitar-infused star machine. It's a lot of fun. They could easily soundtrack a video game or two (and maybe they have). But their sound owes its stylization to a different kind of aesthetic. It stems from both their relentless search for old, unwanted synthetic sounds and their dedication to the age-old art of stage presence. The keyboards on the record are all thrift store finds, old and worn down by years of neglect. And the band itself, clad in leather and thick accents, make sure every show is a sugar candy O.D. of rock and roll. Their album plays the exact same way, like a post trick-or-treating rush to the head, or the bodily consequences of consuming an entire bag of pixie sticks.
Deluka is a good example of the cover being an accurate representation of the book. The bright pink neon over the half-visible face of what we can only assume is a bust of front-woman Ellie Innocenti is perhaps the perfect image, save for a slice of the Las Vegas strip juxtaposed with a space station (despite their roots in England). There is no denying the scuzz owes some of its gusto to bits of American glam rock, past and present. The Killers come to mind, maybe not just because of "Nevada" but because the melodic ideology seems in line with Brandon Flowers idea of modern pop music, pre-Sam's Town
. "Come Back To Me" also fits this mold.
And Deluka diversifies, drawing from anything between radio-hits and club grunge to round out their bottom-line sound. Laser noises and bleeps are just as at home as referencing contemporaries, like busting out a Hot Chip track (see the intro to "Trespasser"), or shimmering like a Beach House track (see the intro to "Waves"). The best part about Deluka is their versatility as a group, these guys can make noise however they want. But the real joy is hearing how often they make the kinds of noises they absolutely love, never settling for conformity or worse, snoring at the dials. Nothing translates better than an artist's love of their own style, at the very least in the world of glamorous rock and roll, and you can't accuse Deluka of being bored with themselves.
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Concert: Deluka at The Bowery Electric
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