“Hide Inside The Moon” finds Mortal Prophets slipping even deeper into their strange, shimmering universe, where nothing quite sits in daylight. Led by New York composer and producer John Beckmann, Hide Inside The Moon plays like a nocturnal fever-dream: part psychedelic dream-pop, part noir soundtrack, part drifting ambient mirage.
Beckmann steers the ship, but he’s flanked by two younger voices, with Tanner McGraw up front and Lawson Mars in the echoes, whose vocals flare up, dissolve, and return like memories you’re not sure you actually lived. Across the record, synths blur at the edges, guitars smear into colour, and the songs move with the slow logic of dreams, all while circling themes of longing, doubled realities, and time folding back on itself.
The opening track, “Mad Girl’s Love Song (Sylvia Plath),” is a hazed, reverb-soaked duet where two voices answer and haunt each other, drifting through the immortal line, “I think I made you up inside my head.” Elsewhere, “Blue Velvet” and “Devil Doll” lean into full Lynchian mode — you can practically see rain on neon and a lonely booth in a half-empty diner. “Devil Doll” in particular slinks in on a ghostly high flute, with light percussive chimes flickering and shaking in a slow pulse while the vocal moves in a blur.
The title track, “Hide Inside The Moon,” goes darker and deeper. A heavy, engulfing bassline presses down, while a hollow, recurring drip of water marks time. Distant, muffled voices echo through the mix, and now and then sharp, arrow-like tones slice across the sound field, like flashes of awareness inside a trance.
By the time Hide Inside The Moon ends, you feel like you’ve wandered through someone else’s lucid dream and brought a little of its glow — and unease — back with you.
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Review by: Naomi Joan