object blue - what resembles the grave but isn't (2025)

what resembles the grave but isn't’ is the forthcoming debut album from object blue, it asks listeners to step onto shifting ground, to fall into a world where sound is not just heard but lived. This record charts her inner environment where vulnerability and resilience oscillate constantly throughout the compositional process.

The album opener “telling secrets” acts as a prelude in which a confession, set to a repeated lilting tone, sets the course for the rest of the journey. The phrase“I don’t hear the music any more.” camouflages itself amongst the track's foggy atmosphere. Within the haze lies a certain reply —“you hear the music when you feel strong, and free.”

“galalith” follows with mischievous intent, a track born purely from the need to scratch a meaty itch, the want to explore a dense sound world and idiosyncratic line of rhythmic enquiry. One that requires patience to be uncovered and its demands met. Its title, a strange and chewy word, mirrors the heavy textures and restless curiosity of the music itself.

On “transgression”, blue takes samples from Isabelle Adjani’s disturbing performance in ‘Possession’. These words set the stage for the percussive gymnastics at the track's core and the ambient tension and dark sexuality smeared across its canvas. This begins to resolve in its final moments, as a melody breaks through the screeching synth parts, attempting to point toward hope.

“you’re all I wanted” takes these first inklings of hope and begins to propel them forward, allowing the sonics to swoop and soar, allowing them to entwine with the doubt - carried together in one exhale.

“nacre” echoes the explorative nature of “galalith”, plumbing the cavernous depths of inner creative conflict in which the most significant searching is undertaken, pulling the listener further into the blue’s interior dilemma and dialogue.

Then comes “the fool”, a burst of energy that scorching the sonic bed it sits on, becoming a provocative dance, fueled by adrenaline, syncing with club lights until only the fool is left.

In it’s place comes “what if”, flickering along threads of survival and ruin, following their fragile course toward the final flash.

The journey comes to a head in “all the world’s a stage”, a final moment of reflection in which the artist glimpses herself from all sides, uttering ‘we are merely players’, the album closes with a revelation of identity and endurance.