
album review: grimes. visions. 12 march 2012. 4ad
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It’s no exaggeration to say that Grimes’ album Visions has been like a new cool friend in the past few weeks. I can take it anywhere: on the bus, all back to mine after the pub or out running and it fits in just fine, doesn’t offend, and anyone you introduce it to is genuinely fascinated. Grimes or should I say Claire Boucher, comes from a similar sort of rough and ready, DIY dance music scene from which fellow Canadians Peaches and Feist emerged several years earlier.
Grimes’ sound however, has more in common with Scandinavians Robyn and Lykki Li in terms of glacial beats and helium vocals. The first song I heard off the album, ‘Genesis’, is all delicate plinks and aural swirls, but don’t be fooled: there’s plenty of meat to the bones here. ‘Oblivion’ and ‘Circumambient’ for instance, feature much heavier slabs of rave-like bass, twisted and fed back to within an inch of their lives. Things get a little murkier on ‘Symphonia IX’ and then more reflective and pared down towards the end on ‘Skin’, where it’s just piano and echoey vocals swishing around some lightweight dubstep. Claire herself says the album is an “ethereal escape; a quest for the ultimate sensual, mystical and cathartic experience and the vehicle for my psychic purging.” Which sounds like quite an ordeal to me. Let me reassure you, then, that Visions is an album you’ll find yourself defaulting to time and time again and getting more out of with each listen.
8
Words by Helen Parton

















