Melody’s Echo Chamber Continues Swelling On Emotional Eternal


Discharged of the 2012 album has been suspended, Melody Prochet’s self-titled solo album, Melody’s Echo Chamber, has softly become a masterpiece. This is due partly to supplier Kevin Parker’s ascendence to the venue with Lonerism’s discharge that year, but (aside from the songs itself) largely due to the puzzle behind Prochet’s development. While she taunted her “Shirim” in 2014, it wasn’t until 2018, following a brain aneurysm and an undisclosed mistake that her follow-up Bon Voyage arrived over. You can find out more On that document, Prochet traded Parker for Dungen shrewdly, without giving up her bullishness. Although a great soundtrack for its own right, it failed to meet the high minded assumption of her foray and Prochet waited another four years before figuring her footing, once again.

Emotional Eternal is about as restricted as you need to imagine Prochet. I’m sure, the coordinations were always massive and embracing, like the swelling “Where the Water Clears the Illusion”, these efforts are haphazard and often silenced by Prochet’s own disinclination to explore any other kind of character. Like Bon Voyage, Emotional Eternal features Reine Fiske’s psilocybin accompanist, which indeed at even the most perfected nevertheless permits these “smaller” songs chamber to unfold. The lengthiest recording, “Alma _ The Voyage, named after Prochet’s daughter, is as drawn out as these arrangements get, with a relatively soft, ode to motherhood embellished by violins and EBows, until the jazzy improvisation takes over halfway through. At that point he reached the halt, the album finally succumbs to its impulses, letting go of the personal anecdotes of airplane men and bucolic bliss, in favor of the unknown.

Melody’s Echo Chamber as a project will always be forced into comparison with its debut, and thus always be pulled toward the high-gloss macro. Prochet to her credit, has been able to wiggle into that narrow restriction, a surprising amount of diversity. While the likes of an all-acoustic or electronic album may need to be billed under Prochet’s name proper, as long as she is able to paint deceptively disparate pictures with the same palette, an album like Emotional Eternal will prove a success.