Suzy Sheer: Pure Pulse, Slow Decay, Soft Release
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Suzy Sheer: Pure Pulse, Slow Decay, Soft Release
"“I'm not making eye contact with anyone because I am either too shy or insecure (not sure which),” he writes."
"On their debut album, Pure Pulse, Slow Decay, Soft Release, Suzy Sheer's languid, atmospheric dream-electroclash unfurls like a gentle 5 a.m. comedown on the way home. The production, which features assistance from Playboi Carti and FKA twigs collaborator DJ Heroin, is blissed-out, fuzzy, and glacial, suspended somewhere between Clams Casino, the Hellp, and Beach House."
"On “Sent,” Tuchscreen's vocals are so hazy they dissolve into postverbal wisps, vaporous as a cloud of condensation. And on “Last Year,” boysinblush and Chandler Moss' voices flicker and melt, their duet as smudged and phantom-like as reflections in a glass pane."
"While there's a clubbish electroclash banger or two on Pure Pulse—“Safety” sounds something like “ Blackout” reimagined for the irony-pilled strawberry vape generation—most of the album is located in the dawn after a night out, when life's uncertainties and yearnings are suddenly inescapable in the diffuse violet light. Love, in Pure Pulse 's telling, is all wasted time, missed connections, and hopeless stagnancy."
Suzy Sheer is an electronic duo with limited online interviews, including a rare account of a 2 a.m. imagined bus ride home. The account emphasizes small sensory details like seat dirt, scribbles, a coffee crisp wrapper, and a child coughing, while avoiding eye contact due to shyness or insecurity. The duo’s debut album, Pure Pulse, Slow Decay, Soft Release, channels that same atmosphere through languid, hazy dream-electroclash. Production is blissed-out, fuzzy, and glacial, with contributions from DJ Heroin and assistance from Playboi Carti. Vocals on tracks like “Sent” dissolve into postverbal wisps, while “Last Year” becomes smudged and phantom-like. Most songs feel like a 5 a.m. comedown, where love appears as wasted time, missed connections, and stagnancy.
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