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Night Dives - Night Dives
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Night Dives

Night Dives

Infinite Machine

Released: 27th October 2017 | 5 track electronic ep

Singapore-Melbourne transplant Marcus Lafondah is a renaissance man for and of the modern age: engineer, 3D artist and musician, his former two professions audibly bleed through into his latter one, making his musical output a daunting, yet rewarding listen. Having previously made his mark with standout CGI work for the likes of Amon Tobin and Jimmy Edgar, and after having been first teased to a larger audience in Liar's standout 2016 mix for DIS Magazine, How To Fuse Trends & Alienate People, Marcus dons the Night Dives moniker for his self-titled debut on Infinite Machine.

EP opener Crib Point is a deeply cinematic, strongly early-90's piece, ROMpler-tastic and riddled with darkly flamboyant arpeggiation and eerily vibrant counterpoint. While the obvious comparisons to Carpenter or Al Qadiri might apply, one is reminded more of the languorous, frostbitten romance of darkwave/EBM darlings such as Clan of Xymox or Blutengel.

Far Away Station continues the aural narrative established by Crib Point, while starting to lean into half-time nocturnal electro – a promise on which Maybe Another Time delivers, with its Hague-inflected cryo-funk.

Which brings us to Elysia – quite possibly the crown jewel of this EP, and definitely the demo that got Night Dives signed. Bone-chillingly beautiful and gothic synth theatrics (once again reminiscent of the halcyon days of darkwave) start us off, then give way to a spacious arrangement of trap-indebted slow-mo club beats, face-melting crescendo sonics, and the incredibly moving, palpable despondency of a regret-laden vocal sample declaring I looked as hard as I could….

Closer Cathedral quadruples down on the heretofore-established drama, resulting in a yet another half-time piece which, daresay, approaches the platonic ideal of heartbreak. As the reverb-drenched sax solo comes in, and wistful whispers suffuse the stereo spectrum, one can only let go and join us… join us as we go dive into the night.