Luxury Car: When I Was Good

Luxury Car: When I Was Good. Photo: Jannica Honey. Artwork: Daniel Warren

Luxury Car: When I Was Good. Photo: Jannica Honey. Artwork: Daniel Warren

Artist: Luxury Car
Title: When I Was Good
Cat No: BIPH10CD
Format: Digital
Released: March 2011

1: Hit by a Car
2: Discrete Packets
3: I Play the Guitar
4: When I Was Good
5: RTZ
6: Hinderland
7: Shame

‘Evokes an Angelo Badalamenti score left to deteriorate in the rain… Affecting lyrics hit the heart while the electronics hit the rest, resulting in an intriguing synthesis worth multiple visits.’ The Skinny

‘Like a lost electronic album from 1980 produced by a seer looking 30 years into the future.’ – The Herald

‘Icy, stark and stripped back, it sounds like mid-period Depeche Mode meets Arcade Fire.’ Is This Music

‘Unique and inventive brilliance of second album is striking from the off’ – The List

From the press release

Biphonic Records, home of acclaimed Scottish acts Swimmer One and Seafieldroad, is proud to present its first album release of 2011, When I Was Good by Luxury Car.

When I Was Good is a sparse, evocative, elegiac, haunting collection of songs written by John Robertson, and recorded with his brother William Robertson. Think Scott Walker singing Joy Division, Arcade Fire remixed by Boards of Canada, the Blue Nile produced by Mogwai. Uncompromising on all levels, the album is littered with unconventional time signatures, abrasive tonal textures and stark, powerful arrangements with little regard for conventional song structure. Hinderland explores territory shared by Brian Eno and Tortoise, while album closer Shame is a plaintive solo lament on nylon string guitar, reminiscent of Alasdair Roberts.

All of the above is threaded together by Robertson’s simple, direct, nakedly confessional lyrics, memorable documents of jealousy and betrayal (“I saw her and I let go of your hand”) and struggle (“How far are those hills? There might be nothing beyond those hills”). When I Was Good is a beautiful, vital piece of work, a piece of art made for its own sake, on its own terms, and deserving of your attention.

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