From The Fallen Page
This is the debut full-length album from Berlin's reigning queen of minimal, Magda. Enter the disorientating, evocative world that Magda has created -- one that teeters on opposition: otherworldly but visceral, brutally dark with a warm sense of beauty and grace, sparse yet full-bodied and dense. Haunting electronic soundworlds that fall somewhere in-between reality and some sort of intangible dreamscape, brimming with nostalgic clues to the past and a curiosity-rousing sense of remembrance. From The Fallen Page is an engulfing, transportive album that takes listeners from one end of the spectrum to the other, treading the fine lines of extremities along the way. Starting with "Get Down Goblin," a growling, dramatic entrance into her electronic voyage, the album bleeds into tracks of all shapes and sizes, from the swelling, eerie chords and solid rhythms of "Lost In Time," to the oozy, bass-ridden "Breakout," to the dynamic tech-y workout of "Your Love Attack." And though the tracks sequence to tell a story, they all fall under the same alluring spell regardless of order: for instance, "Music Box" -- a daydream-y sound-world filled with chilling chords and a lurid sense of dread (indeed, a music box from a dark past) -- is a cinematic pairing to the dizzying builds and piano fills of "Doom Disco," which sounds somewhere in-between a hand-clapping, bouncing club and an ancient, creaking haunted house. The funked-out, low-slung groove of "Japan" closes the chapter, a melancholic farewell immersed in soft, lush melodies. The darkly-tinged collection takes on a personal, animated effect as a result of entirely unique sounds. In fact, everything in the album's movement came about naturally, from its inception to its change in direction. Originally set out to be a post-punk, dark disco set of soundtrack-inspired music, it evolved into a melodious and percussive adventure into Magda's past and influences. The album's punchy bass lines and hypnotic drum patterns tell of her days growing up in Detroit, she didn't purposefully set out to find memories; the memories found her.