TVAM - Ruins
Vinyl, LP, Album, Crystal Clear
Genres:
Goth Rock and Post-Punk
Record Label:
Invada
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Ruins feels like sifting through fragments of memory that refuse to stay intact.
The follow-up to High Art Lite, Ruins is an album shaped by grief, reflection, and transformation; a record that captures both the weight of loss and the strange beauty that comes with it. Written after a self-imposed break from songwriting, it represents a shift in focus and perspective for Joseph Oxley. “I wanted to step away from what I thought I was supposed to make,” he explains. “The worst advice anyone can give you is, ‘If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.’ It’s always broken. It always needs fixing.”
At its core, Ruins explores loss not as emptiness but as presence, something that reshapes the world around you. The album finds Oxley wrestling with the dualities of human experience: the tension between what’s said and unsaid, between humanism and nihilism, public and private, despair and acceptance. “Hope and despair don’t cancel each other out,” he says. “They can co-exist — that’s what makes it feel real.”
Somewhere within a lifetime of repeats, reruns, and reboots, TVAM lives, crafting work that touches on our memories while toying with our fears, creating a world in which broadcast becomes performance. Since his debut album Psychic Data burst from a small bedroom studio in Wigan, TVAM has defined the sound and spectacle of nostalgia’s grip on modern life, from the sloganeering of “Porsche Majeure” to the electioneering of “Semantics,” his music has gained daytime playlisting on BBC 6 Music and has been featured on TV including groundbreaking series Succession.
Musically, Ruins is expansive and immersive. Dark but magical, it is filled with reverb-drenched synths, fractured textures and hammer- blow snares. Guitars weave through the mix with a newfound restraint, creating space for atmosphere and emotion to take centre stage. “Broken reality” textures collide with driving rhythms, recalling the cinematic pulse of Floodland-era The Sisters of Mercy, and the melodic melancholy of Disintegration-era The Cure. The result is a record that finds beauty in dissonance and light in the wreckage.