{"id":4630,"date":"2014-08-26T13:25:30","date_gmt":"2014-08-26T12:25:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.thesenseofdoubt.com\/?p=4630"},"modified":"2016-12-10T21:44:22","modified_gmt":"2016-12-10T21:44:22","slug":"track-review-mysteries-deckard","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/box2305.temp.domains\/~thesent5\/track-review-mysteries-deckard\/","title":{"rendered":"TRACK REVIEW: Mysteries – Deckard"},"content":{"rendered":"

TRACK REVIEW: Mysteries – Deckard<\/h2>\n

Courtesy of\u00a0Nikhil Kanukuntla<\/span>
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Mysteries<\/strong> are a band that have no time for the niceties of being identifiable. What one can assume, given their press photo, is that they are an all male three piece; seemingly fit to wear white, surgical gloves and pose mid probing. The term ‘press’ is used lightly, even their record label claim to know nothing about their origins and their Facebook page – at the time of writing -has only been updated four times since its conception in 2011. A bizarre YouTube video<\/a> released on the 27th June shows 49 seconds of freakish superposition of faces, sliced with snippets of random images of an occult theme and moreover sound-tracked by songs from their upcoming album.\u00a0What’s clear is that the only authorial intent Mysteries<\/strong> have is for you to focus solely on the music, championing the idea that the design or background of the artist need neither be available nor desirable. Essentially, everything else apart from the music is a gimmick.<\/p>\n

However, the vagueness of the band adds a certain allure to their music, and is ironically made up for by their crisp and immaculate sound. It is a neo-perfectionist’s version of precision math rock, plainly impregnated with German “Kosmische Musik”. It does have a certain psychotically controlled streak coursing through it. It’s driven, perhaps by a German Engine. The binder of the song is, as one would expect of a band like this, the synthesizers. Here they pronounce a warbled sound, supple like chamois; what one would expect an arcade game machine to sound like underwater. The drums are consistently calculated and the vocals keep everything curled in a tightly coiled spring \u2013 something perhaps found in an eccentric, mechanical razorblade.<\/p>\n