Le Corbeau was started in 2006 as a solo project of Serena Maneesh guitarist Øystein Sandsdalen. With a name that literally means the raven but is now more commonly defined as a sender of anonymous letters and taken from a controversial 1943 French language film directed by Henri-Georges Clouzot you can probably guess that Moth On The Headlight is not filled with shiny, happy brainless bubblegum pop for the masses. This is an album that walks on the dark side and comes out the other side with it’s sanity just about intact.

Album opener, and title track, Moth On The Headlight is cooler than a polar bear’s bum cheeks and as impenetrable as a platinum chastity belt. Evoking dark alleyways and nefarious deeds it could be a long lost soundtrack to a tense scene in a 50s film noir. Yvette Rosemont sounds like the point at which the Kills turn into The Raveonettes before bleeding into the album’s third track, the edgy ‘1962’. The almost 10 minutes long instrumental Mizogumo (Head In The Trees) is the album’s low point. Repetitive and rather heavy going it’s a track to be endured rather than admired, a track that sucks all the life out of you and leaves you begging for less.

Thankfully after hitting such a low point Moth On The Headlight picks itself back up and dusts itself down with 'Another Moment When Time Stands Still', a one man campaign to reinvigorate shoegazing and restore it to its rightful place on the front page of the NME and in the hearts of the world’s true musical believers. It’s like the sound inside Kevin Shield’s head. 'Remain' is another dose of nu gazing which at one point sounds like a duel between My Bloody Valentine and an ice cream van, very strange! The instrumental 1959, all reflective guitars, washes of synth and dreamy vocals, brings the album to a peaceful end. It’s like waking from a bad dream to find angels around your bed.

With influences ranging from film noir soundtracks, 50s jazz, Warhol’s Factory, shoegazing and experimental noise it’s difficult to picture the audience for such a complex, and occasionally heavy going, record. Moth On The Headlight is an easy album to admire but a difficult album to love.

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