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Iris Nova logo by Jason Ratner www. Marilyn Thanks Ben with much love and appreciation. Tags brooklyn electronic chill chillout downtempo electronica trip hop triphop New York. The Glory of Man is Not in Vogue. Mudville recommends:. Mudville go to album. Already have an account? Sign in. The genre-blending that some musicians work so hard to achieve here seems effortless, genuine, and unique.

The duo weave fearless vocals with churning rhythms and smoking arrangements. Indeed, should this stylistically and instrumentally diverse record get the initial traction on the net, it might go on to achieve similar status.

For those who are getting increasingly impatient waiting on the long awaited third album from Portishead, you need to download this now. Marilyn Carino's sultry vocals pouring out poetic lyrics filled with imagery, set up against spooky pianos, haunting organs or subtle jazzy horns. The combo, along with some electronic loops, gives the music an other-worldly blues-jazz feel you'd hear in a lounge or in a Jim Jarmusch film. In Mudville, they've combined all these styles in an organic way, while incorporating an important new element: cool electronic atmospheres of a sort similar to what used to be called trip-hop.

The Glory of Man is Not in Vogue finds the duo's sound deepened significantly Live , the combination of Carino's dramatic vocals - the gal has serious chops - and the band's brainy, extended improvs triggered a potent fusion of jazz and space-rock. Think Julie Driscoll fronting Brian Auger's Oblivion Express, or better yet set your inner categorizer aside and just enjoy.

Mudville is a duo: Marilyn Carino sings about troubled longings and bleak surreal visions, while Ben Rubin surrounds her melancholy voice with brooding, minor-key tracks that start with electric piano and venture into smoky, ominous lounge territory, somewhere between Fiona Apple and Morcheeba. Impressively, Mudville does just that, evoking the melancholy dirge of Portishead on the opener, "The Hero of the World" until the middle-eight reduces not to an unadorned hip-hop beat as expected, but rather a melodic piano refrain.

It's a small difference, but one that is almost shocking to your ears, pre-programmed to presume the obvious, given how formulaic most downtempo is.