Paul Luckey is floating in outer space.
If Pink Floyd had a Eurodisco jones, the result would’ve been something close to Luckey’s out-of-consciousness trance pop. Taking inspiration from the repetitive thump-thump-thump and interstellar backdrops of Ecstasy-laden club music, Luckey explores the space between the sleeping and the waking worlds. On Goddess, Luckey utilizes his best early ’80s New Romantic croon to open the gates of the mind. It doesn’t make any sense, but it’s not supposed to. The point of this music is to let go, release yourself of any inhibitions and give in to the aural pleasures of synthesized sensuality.
Unlike many rave records, Luckey actually sings, and his silky smooth vocals, drifting in and out of the mix, give the tracks a human touch. Nevertheless, Luckey isn’t concerned with reality. This is escapist material — tune in, tune out, man. Back in the ’60s, hippies found transcendence in psychedelic rock; for today’s generation, it is in the otherworldly rhythms found here.
The title track, with its futuristic yet retro blips, one can imagine booming from an alien rave that Captain Kirk frequents. There is layer after layer of wooshing keyboards and feminine whispers. This is not so much a record that you analyze as much soak in. Luckey wants you to join him on his adventure into the farthest regions of the universe. Come on board.
Paul Luckey: www.paulluckey.com