Coma Cinema – Satan Made A Mansion (Review)

Okay so holo pleasures (Elvis Depressedly) dropped yesterday. I was/still am/will always be super stoked on it and all the cassette’s and 1/5th of the vinyl sold out on that day so that’s pretty cool. You can read Mat’s post about the making record etc here, which I suggest you do because it’s lovely. Anyway Mat’s other project Coma Cinema also has a record coming out in June so The 405 asked me to write about  a track from that.

I don’t think I’ve worked outside the realm of the same 3 hashtags for the past week but whatever.

Listen and love.

Originating from South Carolina – a state perhaps best associated with electronic/chilwave acts Toro Y Moi and Washed Out – Mat Cothran has been a constant source of musical output since the age of 15, restlessly releasing things under the monikers Coma Cinema, Elvis Depressedly and Gremlins to name a few. The sheer volume of material this dude churns out speaks for itself; this is something that comes naturally to Cothran – his music isn”t what he does, it’s what he is, and as a result everything he produces feels totally honest and engagingly effortless.

Coma Cinema isn’t miles away from Toro Y Moi’s earlier work. They share a similar sense of warm intoxication, but Cothran’s work is firmly stamped with his own hyper-personalised tone. He has a unique way of beautifully expressing the bummed-out and bored stiff, made even more attractive by his penchant to record onto things invented in the 90s.

‘Satan Made A Mansion’, taken from Coma Cinema’s forthcoming full-length Posthumous Release (due out on June 11th via Fork and Spoon on CD/vinyl AND Orchidtapes on cassette) is relatively hi-fi in comparison to his previous work, but still retains that organic feel. The track is a haunting and irresistible cocktail of love, death, boredom and pleasure, communicated with two succinct verses in just over two minutes.

Revolving around the tortured image “Satan made a mansion/ for love to live when it dies,” Cothran draws on a mixture of sadness and beauty that feels almost nostalgic. It’s giving in and giving up. It’s waking up in the middle of the afternoon and soaking in the world before swiftly drawing the curtains.

Originally published on The 405 here.


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