Album review – Ghost In The Addict

by Anna Denejkina

This is quite an old album review of Ghost In The Addict’s debut effort “Wishblister”. I am in love with this album, hence my decision to include such an old piece on this page. Enjoy!

Ghost In The Addict – ‘Wishblister’

Written for Voltage Media

Originally published on November 2, 2010

Wishblister is an album that wears all of its heart on its sleeve. A debut release from Seattle-based Ghost In The Addict, this album has definitely fallen into the select gathering of the most honest records I’ve had the pleasure of hearing.

Eleven tracks that take its listener on a continual journey through the mind and life experience of its creator, the solitary John Spinelli, from the opening of ‘Asphyxia‘ we are plunged into a sea of mesmerizing lyric and music. The undertones and intricate details within the compositions show the almost obsessive and compulsive nature of this album. The cover art, the content within, sends absolutely no mixed messages.

The musical dynamics of sound used within Wishblister are fantastic, as ‘Amphigourl’ climaxes with an unconcealed sense of pain based in John’s voice, comes the soothing interlude of ‘Sleeping In Your Car’ which holds such restful melody and yet, the melancholia of the music is forever present.

With metaphors of the present, and those seemingly covering that of sex, lust and despair – to the long gone, yet not forgotten memories of a younger past, Wishblister reads like a diary, and continues to linger in one’s mind after the record ceases to play.

Tracks such as ‘Boys’ and the incredibly powerful ‘This Skin’, highlight the aptitude present behind the moniker of Ghost In The Addict. The whispers and the upsurge, the tension and release throughout a mix of soft industrial, rock and ambient music present withinWishblister, show the musicianship that is overt within its hold, furthermore creating a definite, poignant correlation within the opus.

The biggest down fall of the album would be its length. At just over thirty-minutes in its totality, the emotional ride does not feel complete and thus would explain the continual rotation of this record on my behalf.

The tale of John Spinelli reads to say that his beginning in writing music is to be attributed to taking acid and the wandering lonesome through the night. I personally do not concur with the use of drugs, but so it is – a conversation with the moon eventually became the trigger for a man who created one of the highlights of this year.