Wan glam/death rock outta Oakland. A melancholic, driven, inspired, mournful, pitch-bent glimpse into a glimmer-realm of nocturnal isolation.
Bass guitar, drum machine, electric guitar, horn, synthesizer, a wide variety of vocalizations and reverb from this unique two-piece. Pop structures with powerful hooks that buried themselves in my brain though grotesque and strange enough to cause me to recoil momentarily before curiosity sucks me in again. Like a Gustav Klimt if gold were sadness. Their live sets bring an added level of theatrics that absolutely informs my enthusiasm, they appear to love a good vamp and the album that you now hold amounts to a ticket to the Theater of Magic. Other comparisons to Hesse’s Steppenwolf apply, V.E.X. is a project truly on the fringe, they have no peers, no scene, they appear conspicuously secluded. No censors or filters, we are offered a glimpse into a world of pure creative expression. It is difficult to imagine Moira Scar caring much about what the world thinks of them, they couldn’t make the albums they do if their drive wasn’t entirely detached from the derision that must surely befall their sweepingly unconventional vision, one that isn’t necessarily constrained by vocals that are in any semblance of pitch or mixes that adhere to traditionally established sensibilities and thus, you… have been warned. And you may find, as I have, that once you surmount your initial revulsion that you will find yourself returning to the well repeatedly as there is nothing else, in this world or the next, that will scratch the itch quite like Vortex Empath Xen / Moira Scar.