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<a href=http://www.allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=am ... frxqr0ld6e target=_blank>Mahogany</a></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor=#BDB9CE><em>The Dream of a Modern Day</em></td></tr><tr><td><table width=100% border=0 cellpadding=5 cellspacing=0 bgcolor=C7C4D6><tr><td width=26% bgcolor=#D2D0DF>
Año: </td><td width=74%>2000</td></tr></table></td></tr><tr><td><table width=100% border=0 cellpadding=5 cellspacing=0 bgcolor=C7C4D6><tr><td width=26% bgcolor=#D2D0DF>
País: </td><td width=74%>USA</td></tr></table></td></tr><tr><td><table width=100% border=0 cellpadding=5 cellspacing=0 bgcolor=C7C4D6><tr><td width=26% bgcolor=#D2D0DF>
Estilo: </td><td width=74%>Shoegaze</td></tr></table></td></tr><tr><td><table width=100% border=0 cellpadding=5 cellspacing=0 bgcolor=C7C4D6><tr><td width=26% bgcolor=#D2D0DF>
Sello: </td><td width=74%>Burnt Hair/Clairerecords/Darla</td></tr></table></td></tr><tr><td><table width=100% border=0 cellpadding=5 cellspacing=0 bgcolor=C7C4D6><tr><td width=26% bgcolor=#D2D0DF>
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Tracklist:</td></tr></table><table width=100% border=0 cellpadding=5 cellspacing=1 bgcolor=C7C4D6><tr><td width=100%>1. Movement I
2. Chance
3. Optimism
4. The Mystique Of The Locomotive
5. Soleil Radieux
6. Anais No.4
7. Movement II
8. Vista-Dome
9. Anais No.3
10. Red Marrow, His Sorrow
11. On The Threshold Of The Absolute
12. Synchromie No.1</td></tr></table></td></tr><tr><td colspan=2><table width=100% border=0 cellpadding=5 cellspacing=1 bgcolor=#D2D0DF><tr><td width=100%>
Comentarios:</td></tr></table><table width=100% border=0 cellpadding=5 cellspacing=1 bgcolor=C7C4D6><tr><td width=100%>It seems that the wake created by the Cocteau Twins in the mid 80s is starting to subside. Shoegaze has died a tragic death, My Bloody Valentine never resurfaced, and Slowdive (in a lot of places) is a dirty word. It is because of this, or maybe in spite of it, that it is so refreshing to hear this Mahogany album!
Originally hailing from Michigan (home of the space rock), Mahogany has had some great releases such as a split with Auburn Lull on Burnt Hair and has endured personnel changes and a move to New York City. The Dream of A Modern Day expands on previous releases, focusing more on driving drum machine rythms (Cocteau Twins anyone?) and BEAUTIFUL clear whispery female vocals. The guitars are very very processed, and the bass is a great big blur. The juxtaposition of super smeary and crystal clear is wonderful and creates a sound unheard outside of a very small circle of bands.
Mahogany is obviously not afraid to ride in the wake of the mid 80s 4AD sound and does so in its own unique and beautiful way. Honestly, if you think that music peaked before Heaven or Las Vegas, give Mahogany a chance to change your mind! (Aaron Snow, Fakejazz) 11/12
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If you take all that is beautiful in this world and distill it into 50 minutes of pure sonic bliss, you'll have something that sounds a lot like The Dream of a Modern Day. That’s quite hefty praise, you might say (and you would be right), but the simple truth is that albums like this don’t come along every day -- or every month, year or decade for that matter. What this New York-based group has done on The Dream of a Modern Day is to drain every ounce of pure energy, love, hope and fear from their frail bodies and channel that straight onto tape. It is, in a word, stunning.
Unfortunately, I was not old enough to appreciate the music coming out of the United Kingdom in the late '80s and early '90s. It was only years later that I stumbled across and subsequently fell in love with the likes of Joy Division, My Bloody Valentine and Swervedriver. But with The Dream of a Modern Day, Mahogany have cast themselves as the leaders of a shoegazer/drone pop revival, and for that we should all rejoice. Mahogany impresario Andrew Prinz might just be the Kevin Shields of his generation, pulling strands of wispy melodies and impossibly beautiful noise out of thin air.
Listening to the album is like waking up underwater. Everything around you floats effortlessly; your senses are at their most acute as waves of textured sound swirl around your head. Every single song is steeped in ethereal grandeur, and no matter where you listen to the disc you feel as though you are sitting in a velvet-covered chair in the great hall of some thousand-year-old theatre. The sheer wall of sound created in songs like "The Mystique of the Locomotive" and "Red Marrow, His Sorrow" envelops the listener in heavily treated guitars and angelic vocals. "Soleil Radieux" and "Synchromie no. 1" recall late-era Cocteau Twins with their ranked masses of spacey guitars, intense atmospherics and driving basslines. In fact, you’d have to try pretty hard to find a track on The Dream of a Modern Day that is not a standout.
If there is any justice in this world, by this time next year Mahogany will be huge. They deserve to be talked about in the same manner that people reserve for Godspeed You Black Emperor!, Sigur Ros and the aforementioned My Bloody Valentine. Make absolutely no mistake about it, Mahogany are one of the bands to watch in 2001. The Dream of a Modern Day is destined to be one of those albums that everyone's talking about, and with good reason.
-- Jason Jackowiak (Splendidezine)
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Who names a genre "shoegazer"? History tells us that some British journalist coined the phrase because the genre's early bands were more inclined to stare at the floor than to make eye contact with the audience. This was likely caused equally by years of torment from their schoolmates and the insane amounts of heroin they were on. Of course, that's just how it used to be done. These days, shoegazers are more likely just entranced by the rad bowling shoes they rescued from a thrift-store bargain bin. But really, who names a genre "shoegazer"?
Now in its 16th year (it's widely agreed that the shoegazing big bang occurred with the Jesus and Mary Chain's 1985 debut, Psychocandy), the genre's undergone some intense facial reconstruction. The self-pitying gloom has been switched with sunshine, the sunglasses-at-night were exchanged for love, and the band that started it all dropped a few members and regrouped as Freeheat. Yet, like the vampires that so inspired those early bands, the alabaster face of the genre remains untouched by the ravages of time.
The New York (by way of Michigan) trio Mahogany have found a common ground where old and new shoegazer fans can live together in both suicidal misery and perpetual contentedness. It's called The Dream of a Modern Day. The record blends the downcast, dreamy sounds of early Lush and the Cocteau Twins with optimistic string sections, subtle drum programming and the sunny vocals of singer/cellist Allysa Massais.
Originally released on Clairecords in late 2000, the record has just been freshly reissued with the Darla label's spiky stamp of authenticity. As it should be. Mahogany are a Darla band all the way, from the whirring U of MBV guitars to band founder Andrew Prinz's dense, reverb-laden production. But where so many other nü-shoegazer groups are content to pile layer upon layer of effects and instruments on their DATs and bask in the white-noise result, Mahogany have clearly spent hours behind the mixing board, perfecting the levels for a glimmering sheen that reflects both the dirtier elements of 80's bliss-out and Dave Fridmann's recent work with Mercury Rev and the Flaming Lips.
The Dream of a Modern Day begins with "Movement I," a half-minute clip of a droning string quartet that's unexpectedly interrupted by the "Copacabana"-style drum programming that opens the album's first song, the beautiful "Chance." Prinz's production immediately impresses as the song bursts outward, spewing ride cymbals, glowing strings, and jangly guitar. Massais' graceful, silky vocals effortlessly ricochet up and down the musical register, intoning unintelligible lyrics delivered as though they were crammed with infinite wisdom.
Elsewhere, "Soleil Radieux" fires off rounds of complex machine-gun percussion which are absorbed by a thick velvet curtain of orchestration; the ethereal "Vista-dome" pairs pounding kickdrums and showering cymbals with a mournful, ghostly melody and a downpour of violins; the stark "Red Marrow, His Sorrow" is stripped to its rawest form, with only a shimmering, repeated guitar line and Massais whispering, "It's the marrow deep red/ It's the soil richly black/ It's the winter sun bleak white/ Inside of your coat warm gray." But the biggest surprise comes with the closer, "Synchromie No. 1." Slickly automated thumps gradually give way to crashing drums and crescendoing, kaleidoscopic symphonies while guitars submerge themselves in a drony netherworld. When the track's lush bombardment of beauty winds down, and the disc stops spinning with a final whir, the silence is somewhat unsettling.
The Dream of a Modern Day would be a pretty outstanding record, even if created by the hands of seasoned studio vets. That only a small handful of EPs precede this band's debut full-length is seriously cool, and seems to promise great things for their future. If you've worn down the grooves on your old Catherine Wheel and Curve records and are looking for something more current, I point you in the direction of this fine album and suggest you become transfixed by a pair of cheap sneakers.
-Ryan Schreiber (Pitchfork) 8.4/10</td></tr></table></td></tr></table>
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