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An analogy: MONOSHOQUE is something similar for the ears. A thoroughly produced mix of indie rock and synths down to the last frequency. No sound here is real; to be precise, it’s not always easy to say what instrument was once used.
I have the feeling this could come out when people go to these pop academies: a polished product, designed for a market niche, and without any soul. The voice loaded with effects, trying to present hollow calendar wisdom as personal lyrics, doesn’t make it any better. "The listener must interpret their own meaning," they must have said to themselves. I would have preferred if the lyrics were in a language unfamiliar to me, then I could better ignore their emptiness.
So, now I’ve complained a lot, even though I had fun with this record. On one hand, it’s a promise that is not fulfilled. The presentation and the title promise depth, while you’re actually just drifting on the surface of shallow waters. If you accept that, you’ll find quite decent pop songs with fat drum beats. Those who take the music for what it is can enjoy an unusual sound. I even imagine it being very danceable and entertaining live. A hint of this is provided by the only instrumental track, "Funkstille," a short trip-hop intermezzo, which I like best from the album. MONOSHOQUE is a well-made disposable product, and something like that can be enjoyed in between. Not permanently, but it doesn’t always have to be enlightenment.
