Deleted Scenes personifies dark intent and purpose, made for headphones, an immersion into a seductive silence.
The tension pervades throughout the vagueness of Critics Multiply, the faux-R&B of Nono/Yoyo (with nonsensical lyrics like “You're stranded in Kyoto/With nothing but a yoyo/your credit card's in Soho/At Yamamoto's dojo”), the foreboding isolation of Industrial Resort – all underpinned by the glacial groove, the sense that under the gloss and glamour lurks something far more sinister and febrile, embodied wholesale by closer 2 5 1 1 (fittingly a collaboration with Fuck Buttons' Benjamin John Power).
Yet as good as the structures are, it's Aaron Cupples' (Civil Civic, The Drones) production that deserves as much, if not more praise for Deleted Scenes' success. The bass is positioned in such a dominant force that when it's absent the silence envelops. That's the key – the disembodied vocals float above the mix, the instrumentation remains a fibrous, brittle web, so that when the silence comes back it feels like being ensconced in a vacuum, thus becoming an equally deliberate tool for nuance and emphasis. Deleted Scenes personifies dark intent and purpose, made for headphones, an immersion into a seductive silence.