The bedroom production tag has been pinned to many bands that have yearned and exuded the lo-fi aesthetic over the past decade, hoping to claim credibility for their DIY mantra as they churn out the degraded, dingy sounds that have swept across music scenes on either sides of the Atlantic. As overused as it is, the bedroom production label cannot be more authentically tied to the output of Cornish ambient and dream pop outfit, Sleep Cycles.
Emerging out of the sleeping quarters of Max Holder, Sleep Cycles dispense a tentative assortment of songs containing pensive narratives supported by raw instrumentation, projecting a style akin to the more coarse moments from a Youth Lagoon song mingled with a dose of The Antlers melancholy.
‘Hibernation’ is the inaugural EP from the solo project and demonstrates a conspicuous glance into the mind of its creator, with opening track ‘Café Waltz’ reciting a chronicle of modern life, basking amid reverb swamped acoustic guitar and glowing synth lines that carry an ethereal approach. The theory of less is more is projected throughout the rest of the record, with ‘Chump’ and ‘Get Sleep’ being a glittering clutch of tunes, with the sparseness of the orchestration complimenting their construction, along side ‘Flinch’, which is a spoken word account over a delicately picked acoustic guitar, and ‘Learning To Whistle’, which sounds like the rawest moment of a Trust Fund tune.
It’s ‘Pollen Pickers’ though, which stands out amongst the phosphorescence of the EP, demonstrating lyricism of memorable notions with lines like, ‘Today was so swell / we made a million at the wishing well’ all buried amongst a shimmering backdrop of euphony.
The 24 minute experience that’s encountered in Sleep Cycles’ music on ‘Hibernation’ can be felt to of come straight from the purest of situations. The most winsome moments come from the authenticity of the bedroom production, creating an almost tangible feeling and thus making what occurs within the music all the more endearing.