In The Shadows Come to Steal My Plans, the music industry’s best-kept secret, Spyndycyt, orchestrated an existential opus that blurs the lines between Avant-Garde orchestration, folk sensibilities, and synth-pop eccentricity. While the track’s artful embellishments and idiosyncratic textures initially catch the ear, it’s the deeply philosophical lyricism that truly holds the weight. With unflinching introspection, Spyndycyt digs deep into the inevitability of mortality, using the ageing skin on the backs of his hands as a metaphor for the relentlessness of time.
The single’s stripped-down composition allows the driving beat—a metronomic representation of life’s ceaseless passage—to anchor the arrangement. Even when the beat is momentarily masked by ornate synth textures or folky flourishes, it always returns, echoing how we distract ourselves from the inevitable but never escape its shadow. As the folky motifs fade, the track crescendos into alternative synth-pop absurdity, conjuring a sense of surrealist vulnerability.
Lyrically, Spyndycyt paints a dimly lit portrait of reflection, where regrets, fleeting victories, and the inconsequential nature of ambition intertwine. Lines like “I don’t want you to hit me on the shoulder and let me know when it’s time to go; I already know” unravel with devastating poignancy, capturing the universal tension between acceptance and resistance.
With The Shadow Comes to Steal My Plans, Spyndycyt doesn’t just invite listeners into his richly ornamented introspection—he forces them to confront the stark reality of their own fleeting existence, all while making the experience sonically spellbinding.
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Review by Amelia Vandergast