The sounds in Sleeping Desiress’ debut album are the brutal components of a mining operation coupling and de-coupling in the midst of the black cloud generated by the death of the planet they are vampirically attached to.
Of course, this being 20jazzfunkgreats, you should feel free to do a literal visualisation, via H.R. Giger’s concept art-work for Jodorowsky’s Dune, or an economical one, cf. the corporate Zigguraths that tower above Bladerunner’s LA.
That latest comparison is particularly apt, that sense of inhuman shapes being revealed when humans enter the mist. This is most strongly felt in the slowest piece of the record, the spectral balled Impasse.
Imagine a gifted, classically trained child composer expelled into the cyberpunk gutter, left to fend for himself against packs of enhanced wolves, made feral and merciless in the hyper-Darwinian streets of Night City.
Imagine him going to sleep in his precarious niche, wrapping himself in a delicate cocoon of beautiful memories as dream arrives, singing a lullaby that soars emaciated for angelic heights.
This is what the synths do in this song, piercing the veil that separates this dystopic world from our summery comfort, insidiously infecting it with threads of darkness.
Artwork by Giger obviously.