Grant's latest album, A Lonely Space Program, burrows into a deep house sound, with muffled kicks and decaying vocals cocooned into the mix. That's no surprise considering the album arrives on Skylax, a prolific label whose catalogue includes reissues of K-S.H.E.'s Routes Not Roots, a series of EPs and also an album on Comatonse. A similar sense of isolation resonates on A Lonely Space Program, its drowsy pulse reminiscent of early '90s New York house. But A Lonely Space Program doesn't paint a narrative like K-S.H.E., AKA Terre Thaemlitz. Instead, it presents a variety of subtle afterhours tracks, built around demure chords and heavily swung drums.
Though A Lonely Space Program is comprised of various styles of house, its lulled tempos, over time, can seem uniform. It's the vocals that make the album memorable. Delivered in floating, desperate phrases, the sung melodies become the heart of each track. "Hurtin' Thing"" tops off its seasick chords with bellows of heartache. "Don't Know Why I Said It (Förlåt!)," the skeleton of a deep house track, is flush with gorgeous, lo-fi moans. It's been said that words become unnecessary once meaning is understood. That rings true on A Lonely Space Program. The album's strength comes in the message the tracks—and Grant's voice, especially—suggest: if you are hurt, A Lonely Space Program can be a place to find solace.