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Posh Isolation co-founder Christian Stadsgaard brings his Vanity Productions project out once more for an exploration of icy synthetic dread and wayward sound processing. There’s a dark, strangely shaped cloud hanging over this first outing on vinyl for VP, in keeping with the uneasy tone of the cassette releases that preceded it.

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Only the Grains of Love Remain by Vanity Productions
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8/10 Ant Staff review, 12 October 2017

Vanity Productions is the work of Posh Isolation's co-founder Christian Stadsgaard - one of his many projects (also The Empire Line, Damien Dubrovnik, Sarah's Charity, Limepit etc.) active since 2011 with a slew of cassettes and now the first vinyl offering.

On ‘Only the Grains of Love Remain’ Stadsgaard’s layered drone-scapes initially appear as impersonal colossal architectural structures with shiny metallic surfaces. Look and listen closer and they become more intimate, as though the metal were etched with semi-cryptic, hieroglyphic like messages relaying feelings of longing, regret, sorrow, lust and pain. While there is a slight unsettling undercurrent to these pieces - it feels in a state of flux - as though it’s being processed and managed in real-time. This results in a zen-like sense of tranquility and ease. Indeed some of the sounds could almost be singing bowls. No doubt older and wiser, it feels as though the intensity and sometimes chaos of previous works have been heading towards the sense of acceptance that this album relays. A beautifully introspective, emotionally rich record - which although is deeply personal to the artist, could serve a dual purpose -- in that it’s also something of a mirror. The highly polished metal and glass like sounds reflecting back at the listener, and allowing them to look back at, and into themselves. Right now, there’s one ugly motherfucker staring right back at me.



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