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Ghostland Observatory - Robotique Majestique
| Urb | | og. Lasers. “Opening Credits.” Children of paradise billow out of gothic keyboards. Those flying monkeys from Oz swarm in carrying Freddy Mercury’s leggings. No, wait, this is Texas. That’s Aaron Behrens, Ghostland Observatory’s frontman, in a high piercing vocal register long-hallowed by rock n’ roll arenas, on producer/drummer Thomas Turner’s tight fuzzy backbeat wings. Beside their standalone sharp sensationalism, “Heavy Heart” and “The Band Marches On” breast a melodic acuity that begs to be ripped and shredded into anthemic dancefloor permutations....full text |
| | Courant | The title is right: Ghostland Observatory’s latest is both robotic and majestic. Wit
h a mix of blaring synthesizers, propulsive beats and strapping vocals, the Austin, Texas, duo creates clattering electro-rock songs with a warm, beating heart on its latest.
Producer and drummer Thomas Turner has a fondness for sweeping soundscapes jammed full of jittery electronics and tangled rhythm — three different beats tumble over each other like bear cubs wrestling on “HFM,” for example — while singer-guitarist Aaron Behrens alternately delivers charismatic big-rock vocals or sounds like he’s writhing in a cold puddle....full text |
| | Popmatters | | Every once in a while, a band comes along that—no matter how much you may feel the urge to—you just can’t hate. They get under your skin like a tick and start laying eggs that ain’t coming out any time soon. Texas’ Ghostland Observatory is not the most talented or insightful act you’ll ever listen to, but damned if you can stop once you pop your cherry. Between front man Aaron Behrens’ James Brown meets Freddie Mercury rock and soul gyrations and caped drummer/programmer Thomas Turner’s raunchy haunted house cartoon synth creations, their undeniably unique brand of electro-rock is as catchy as hepatitis at a Caribbean resort....full text |
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