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Brian Case from Chicago post-punk bands Disappears and FACS is onto his third solo release with Plays Paradise Artificial. Here he takes the essence of his previous two albums and distills further his work with Disappears and FACS to its bare bones to create a skeletal and spooky musical world. Transparent yellow vinyl, limited to 300 copies on Hand In The Dark.

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  • HITD 041 / Transparent yellow vinyl LP on Hands In The Dark, mastered by Helmut Erler @ Dubplates & Mastering, Berlin. Limited Edition of 300 copies
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Plays Paradise Artificial by Brian Case
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8/10 Ant Staff review, 27 June 2018

Hands In The Dark unleash the third solo album from Brian Case. A man who has been very busy over the years, playing guitar in various Chicago bands and other projects including 90 Day Men, Disappears, Facs and Acteurs. Note: not to be confused with the avant-garde solo work of Yeah Yeah Yeahs drummer Brian Chase.

‘Plays Paradise Artificial’ is composed of sparse synth and economically deployed vocals to conjure a vivid, chilling, desolate and icy post-apocalyptic atmosphere. The scene somewhere between the wreckage left after the machines have risen ala Terminator and the forlorn, last man on earth vibe of Omega Man. These could almost be torch songs for humanity itself, delivered in a detached, almost opiated style that kinda recalls Nate Young’s recent vox in Wolf Eyes. Closing track ‘Too Old To Die Young Now’ is particularly profound as the “Beauty is a feeling” vocal loops as though it was a pre-recorded message read from cue cards. Or a transmission sent to remind any surviving humans what beauty once was before the shit really hit the fan. Then as the vocal glitches, I realise that the whole record could be a message from the past - a time capsule discovered by and played back machines or the artificial intelligence that murdered its masters. The whole thing leaving me with a lingering terror that’s all too real.



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