For over two decades, Arizona’s Lycia have been pioneers of “darkwave,” a reverb-drenched, gothic take on dreampop. This is the Cocteau Twins, if they looked so far inward that they began to focus on the darker, downer-ridden side. Along with lovesliescrushing, who freed shoegaze from pop conventions, they became one of the noteworthy and boundary-pushing acts on the goth music label Projekt. Quiet Moments, their first release for Handmade Birds (run by Rich Loren of Pyramids, Sailors With Wax Wings, and White Moth), is consistent with their past efforts, while remaining an intriguing headphone journey.
At this point, Lycia are basically Mike VanPortfleet, the multi-instrumentalist has always been the band’s creative center, though longtime member Tara Vanflower contributes vocals to “The Soil Is Dead” and Spring Trees”. They sound like a band that takes their time. It’s not just in the pace of the music, but in all of the layers. Somber synths permeate the record, often drawling and creating a fog that covers everything. The percussion is mechanical, and its repetitiveness lends to the drone. Guitars sound like disembodied rock solos, severed from boogie and strangled out into something darkly beautiful. There are faint memories of sweet leads from radio jams, but they become mutated and placed into a context wholly unlike anything that would resemble rock. In particular, the guitars bring to mind the lush metal of October Rust-era Type O Negative, albeit spaced out and even more blissful. Peter Steele was an early champion of Lycia, stating in an interview from 1995 that their album A Day in the Stark Corner had a great effect on him: “If I put it on in the morning when I get up…I’m useless for the rest of the day. It’s just devastating, as beautiful as it is devastating.” Lycia opened for Type O Negative on some of the dates in support of Rust. He picked up on their sound for one of the band’s biggest albums, and Lycia are returning the favor in their own way on Moments.
If they could, Lycia would probably name all of their albums Cold, the title of their record from 1996. It’s an apt word for their sound, which, like the Rockies in December, can be as unforgiving as it is serene. “Antarctica” and “Greenland”, whose names and placements next to each other on Moments could hardly be considered a coincidence, represent Moments at its most frost-bitten. Percussion becomes more sparse, the guitars feel even more alien: “Grand Rapids” makes the album crawl slower, and the next track, “The Pier,” sees Lycia bringing Moments to almost a halt. The last three songs on Moments reflect a sharp shift towards more beat-oriented territories. Still, it’s hardly danceable.
If Justin K. Broadrick was listening to Lycia when he first began making music as Jesu, it would not come off as a surprise. Vanportfleet’s lyrics speak to a melancholy that’s left intentionally open-ended, and his vocal approach even resembles Broadrick at his most tender and vulnerable. “The Visitor” is devastating, exploring abandonment: “I wait and wait to hope to see/ someone from my family/ Will no one come to visit me?/ I could use the company.” Loneliness is so rampant that you have to wonder if there is a “visitor” at all. Pains of childhood are also touched upon in “Antarctica” (“I see old pictures of a boy (me)/ standing, so alone and far away/ buried for miles and miles and miles”) and “Rapids” (“In sleep I see the city/ from building tops alone/ fading childhood memories/ This never, can ever, by my home”). Moments‘ cover features photos from VanPortfleet’s family collection, of VanPortfleet himself. He wants to go back, but where that is isn’t around anymore, or maybe it never was. The sentiment is vague, but also universal. Sure, this music isn’t wholly accessible, but many people can relate to VanPortfleet’s sense of loss and mystery.
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