Kosmodromm – Будет Ласковый Дождь… (review @ Brutal Resonance)

Label: Synthematik | Format: Digital | Date: 01.11.2011 | Style: Synthpop / Darkwave

Kosmodromm - Будет Ласковый Дождь... (2011): Synthpop / Darkwave

Rating: 8/10

Kosmodromm’s “Stalker” is a song I still remember from Synthematik’s compilation albums and also the band’s EP release ‘Kosmodromm 1.0′ from last year. With their slow and dreamy dark electronic music, they head into the next era with their debut album ‘Budet Laskovyj Dozhd…’.

Just over a week ago, I was at a social gathering, hanging out amongst friends. In the wee hours of the morning I started to feel sleepy, and since some yet did not and still where laughing and having fun, I put my earplugs in and looked for something in my iPhone that I could sleep too. I chose the Kosmodromm album and before I knew it, I was drifting into a state between sleep and awake.

I found myself in a dreamland where the Russian lyrics where perfectly clear to me, the scenery was drawn before my closed eyes like an artist’s work being made in ultra-rapid. What could have been more suitable than the first track “Muzyka Nochi – Music of the night”. And then, I dreamt. I dreamt about the atomic dust in “Atomnaja Pyl” and I dreamt about the empty streets of Pripyat in 85, just after Tjernobyl. Kosmodromm took me there and showed me.

I am aware that Kosmodromm might not be for everyone, I’m not even sure it’s for me yet. The somewhat dragging and opera like vocals and the mix between ambient electronic and analogue sounds is quite hard to grasp first. It’s the first white dandelion seed in the summer wind you were hunting as a child. It’s a beautiful thing and it’s just out of your hands.

Since most of the tracks are going in quite the same pace and is stripped of many spot lit melodies, sometimes the songs are hard to separate from one and other, perhaps this is something that is more clear if you understand the Russian language.

All and all, it’s a beautiful album, in its very own way, far from the popularistic motions of the dancefloor.

by Patrik Lindström

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