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When Randolph Chabot, the 22-year-old auteur behind Deastro, is asked about the title of his new album, he recounts a dream about a prince, a kingdom, an evil King of Darkness, and a search for the mythical "Moondagger," the bearer of which wields ultimate power. And while Moondagger, Deastro's astonishing new album, does contain traces of that dream - in all of its bittersweet, fantasy-novel glory - the record itself is infinitely more down-to-earth, containing the sort of unrelentingly earnest, inspirational pop music that could only come from a kid weaned on fiction but living desperately, joyously in the here-and-now.





Moondagger expands upon the positive electro-pop of Keepers - Deastro's home-recorded opus from 2008 - with the addition of a full band. Thankfully, the mercurial, prolific Chabot still seems blissfully unaware of his music's genreless-ness. Thick, atmospheric production obscures bright, starry-eyed melodies; ecstatic synth squiggles dance around new-wave beat son songs about Nordics, toxic crusaders, and geometric shapes; arrangement ideas bounce off one another within ambitious song structures that swerve left, then right, then left again.





And yet underneath all of their seeming irreverence, Deastro's songs are breathtakingly down-to-earth - melodic slices of synth-led experimental pop whose energy builds with each iteration of the chorus, hitting emotional peak after emotional peak until they collapse in a heap. The album-opening "Biophelia" can barely contain its heart-in-throat urgency, Chabot's rapid-fire delivery slicing through layers of shoegazy-y ambience with; "Vermillion Plaza," plucky synth arpeggios ricochet off cavernous echo-chamber walls, Chabot pleads for human contact, asking "would you be my son, 'cause all of mine have died?"