Released: 23 March 2016
Cerulean Veins are about Music, Words and Humanity. They introduce so themselves. A post-punk, new wave San Diego band, formed by the singer and bass player Dustin Frelich, and his wife Amanda Ashley Toombs on the synthesizer, with Paul Welch on electric guitar, and on the drums, alternatively, Bob Patrowicz and Matt Yansch.
Cerulean Veins brings me my forever fresh recollections of bands like Joy Division, Bauhaus, New Order, The Chameleons, Siouxsie and the Banshees, or even The Cure, Depeche Mode and Ultravox. Such a consistent revival. Are Cerulean Veins the new new wavers of our generation?
To this sound, the atmosphere is everything. The lyrics play a very strong part, the voice must penetrate our ears, the music must be aerial yet intrusive. Always. It’s all about the out-of-body experience of our senses, especially our minds. How high can you fly?
Remember those times when we’d write fervently our fears, doubts and feels, afraid those thoughts might disappear in the dark hours of the night? We had to write it all down, laying spread out on the bed, whilst the street noises crept through the window, and thinking how far-out we were. In the stereo, we would have this sound playing.
Today, we know how far-out we are. Aren’t we all? But we’re not afraid anymore to lose those dark thoughts to oblivion. I know that, deep in ourselves, we would like them to disappear. But no. This is what we are. We are light, we are darkness: that’s what makes us whole. And this, my friends, is why I’m finding it hard to objectively review this album. I’m spacing out.
Cerulean Veins sound old and young without these two ever crashing. Their industrial new wave music with Dustin pulling vocals that feel like a mix between a deep-throated Peter Murphy and a lighter Mark Burgess is timeless.The whole album reads like a story. The more you listen to its lyrics, flowing through its rhythm, the deeper you enter a new door of perception.
The atmosphere is indeed everything. No need to over analyse. Nor would I know how. So, listen to Cerulean Veins’ "Self-Entitled" album and let me know your thoughts. They will be all over, floating around you. I know mine are. How high can you fly?