Richard Ruin
Richard Ruin et Les Demoniaques.
With its trumpets and choral arrang… Read Full Bio ↴Richard Ruin et Les Demoniaques.
With its trumpets and choral arrangements, “Crystalline,” the first track on Berlin based Richard Ruin’s upcoming album “Downer” achieves a veritable euphoria. Indeed, the band emanates a remarkable degree of joy on its second album, Ruin’s voice consistently managing to confidently pluck the heartstrings. Twelve hymns tell of life’s painful separations, dream worlds, and the tireless carousel of all-night fantasies raging about nightly in damp, darkened cities.
A final glance is painful, thrusting a quick knife stab to the chest. Ruin manages to bring such melancholy to the light of day, at least until descending into the next neon-lit tunnel. One sits hypnotized, listening to the songs with their ostentatious finales, bearing a deranged but satisfied grin.
“Hope is the light of the world” and Richard Ruin finds consoling words amongst every bit of suffering. The magic of long lost sixties soul ballads and an appreciation for our future favorite James Bond melodies weave throughout the work, going slowly up in the smoke of a heroin-subdued longing. The album is sustained by suspense film flirts, single notes played on a piano, unsettling background noises, and Ruin’s deep, deathly sad voice – at least until an atonal electric guitar from the Demoniaques emerges, exploding the song. Timeless, we might say – and what of the present?!
In the title song “Downer,” Ruin’s voice exudes insecurity and menace over hovering chords, while the arrangement of the following track “(Not Your…) Mother’s Arms,” has been infected with the descending melody of a piano approaching the gravity of Chopin’s “Funeral March.” In some cases, no room is left for percussion or guitar. Ruin and Les Demoniaques scatter the sounds only there, where drama demands to be injected and intensified. Ruin himself plays the lonesome narrator – the fiendish comforter on a cold night.
Again in this production, Richard Ruin is supported and carried by Les Demoniaques, named for the film by Jean Rollin. Friends from the Berlin minimal electro scene were invited to fortify the electronic sound. A novelty. Perhaps a wild mixture. Unpredictable. Strange. Old and modern. Or just plain beautiful.
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With its trumpets and choral arrang… Read Full Bio ↴Richard Ruin et Les Demoniaques.
With its trumpets and choral arrangements, “Crystalline,” the first track on Berlin based Richard Ruin’s upcoming album “Downer” achieves a veritable euphoria. Indeed, the band emanates a remarkable degree of joy on its second album, Ruin’s voice consistently managing to confidently pluck the heartstrings. Twelve hymns tell of life’s painful separations, dream worlds, and the tireless carousel of all-night fantasies raging about nightly in damp, darkened cities.
A final glance is painful, thrusting a quick knife stab to the chest. Ruin manages to bring such melancholy to the light of day, at least until descending into the next neon-lit tunnel. One sits hypnotized, listening to the songs with their ostentatious finales, bearing a deranged but satisfied grin.
“Hope is the light of the world” and Richard Ruin finds consoling words amongst every bit of suffering. The magic of long lost sixties soul ballads and an appreciation for our future favorite James Bond melodies weave throughout the work, going slowly up in the smoke of a heroin-subdued longing. The album is sustained by suspense film flirts, single notes played on a piano, unsettling background noises, and Ruin’s deep, deathly sad voice – at least until an atonal electric guitar from the Demoniaques emerges, exploding the song. Timeless, we might say – and what of the present?!
In the title song “Downer,” Ruin’s voice exudes insecurity and menace over hovering chords, while the arrangement of the following track “(Not Your…) Mother’s Arms,” has been infected with the descending melody of a piano approaching the gravity of Chopin’s “Funeral March.” In some cases, no room is left for percussion or guitar. Ruin and Les Demoniaques scatter the sounds only there, where drama demands to be injected and intensified. Ruin himself plays the lonesome narrator – the fiendish comforter on a cold night.
Again in this production, Richard Ruin is supported and carried by Les Demoniaques, named for the film by Jean Rollin. Friends from the Berlin minimal electro scene were invited to fortify the electronic sound. A novelty. Perhaps a wild mixture. Unpredictable. Strange. Old and modern. Or just plain beautiful.
www.richardruin.com
www.myspace.com/richardruin
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