


Michaelangelo Dying (Vinyl)
Its creation led by pure emotion, Cate Le Bonās seventh record Michelangelo Dying usurped the album she thought she was making. The product of all-consuming heartache, her feelings overrode her reluctance to write an album about love, and in the process became a kind of exorcism. What emerges is a wonderfully iridescent attempt to photograph a wound before it closes up ā but which in doing so, picks at it too.
Musically, there is a continuation and expansion of a sound ā a machine with a heart ā that has taken shape over her last two records (2019ās Reward and 2022ās Pompeii) as Le Bon has increasingly taken control of the playing and producing herself. As guitars and saxophones are pushed through pedals and percussion and voices are fed through filters, an iridescent, green and silky sound emerges, with flashes of the artistic singularities of David Bowie, Nico, John McGeoch and Laurie Anderson surfacing and disappearing below the waterline throughout.
What weāre left with is an ever-changing, continuous entity, a kind of song cycle. Each iteration reflects and progresses the last, āeach one a shard of the same broken mirrorā ā shifting, glinting, concealing and revealing, depending on how it is turned in the light. There are ultimately, Cate asserts, āNo revelations. No conclusions. There is no reason.
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Its creation led by pure emotion, Cate Le Bonās seventh record Michelangelo Dying usurped the album she thought she was making. The product of all-consuming heartache, her feelings overrode her reluctance to write an album about love, and in the process became a kind of exorcism. What emerges is a wonderfully iridescent attempt to photograph a wound before it closes up ā but which in doing so, picks at it too.
Musically, there is a continuation and expansion of a sound ā a machine with a heart ā that has taken shape over her last two records (2019ās Reward and 2022ās Pompeii) as Le Bon has increasingly taken control of the playing and producing herself. As guitars and saxophones are pushed through pedals and percussion and voices are fed through filters, an iridescent, green and silky sound emerges, with flashes of the artistic singularities of David Bowie, Nico, John McGeoch and Laurie Anderson surfacing and disappearing below the waterline throughout.
What weāre left with is an ever-changing, continuous entity, a kind of song cycle. Each iteration reflects and progresses the last, āeach one a shard of the same broken mirrorā ā shifting, glinting, concealing and revealing, depending on how it is turned in the light. There are ultimately, Cate asserts, āNo revelations. No conclusions. There is no reason.

















