This year came the sequel, with sweet sentimentalists Craft Spells (who've just released the glorious Gallery EP, one of the year's best mid-length platters) and washed-out dream-pop dreamers Blouse halving the split-seven-inch tribute.
The highpoints of Blouse's impressive self-titled debut came when the pop-hooks, big melodies, and decaying '80s-revivalist synths suggested greater retrofuturist/digimodernist themes (see: "Time Travel," "Videotapes," "Fountain In Rewind"). Their take on "Pale Spectre" doesn't hit those same conceptual/melodic/meaningful heights, instead fashioning a sonically-complex cover-version that, more than anything, has a tired, melancholy prettiness to it.
The cover seems to suit the ghostly, terror-etched lyrics better than the original, which barreled along with new-wave synths and a cute Carolyn Allen vocal that proved plenty incongruous to its text's tales of a tortured wraith "tearing its flesh with demented glee." Here, when Blouse's Charlie Hilton sings "sha-la-la-la," it sounds, suitably enough, etched with ironic doom.
Blouse, "Pale Spectre"
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