Idiot Savant by I Am Hologram is a skeleton key to the human psyche, a collection of acoustic whispers that unravel into delicate thunder. Every chord feels like a question, and every lyric hangs like an unfinished sentence in the space between breaths. Stripped of ornamentation, the album bares the artist’s marrow, exposing emotions that resonate as both haunting and achingly familiar.

The title itself, Idiot Savant, is a paradox: brilliance entangled with imperfection, clarity wrestling with chaos. It mirrors the album’s ethos—a dive headfirst into the fractures of the human condition, revealing the beauty in jagged edges. Tracks like “Uncomfortably Numb” confront themes of isolation and self-reflection, while “Dope Sick” captures the desperate pull of addiction with vivid, cutting imagery: “I feel you in the back of my throat, it’s a mildew I cannot explain.”

“Derelict Starchild” stands as an existential portrait, peeling back layers of identity and faith: “Faith is an ugly thing to taste when the mirror’s rearranged.” Meanwhile, “My Scorpio Heart” and “Stereo Muse Queen” delve into the complexities of love and longing, each lyric painting a vivid emotional landscape that is as beautiful as it is fragile.

There’s no escape in this album—only surrender. Each track is a journal entry, unspooling like letters from a version of yourself you’ve tried to forget. The sparseness of the arrangements creates a vacuum, drawing in your doubts, dreams, and unspoken truths. This isn’t music designed to comfort; it’s an invitation to confront the contradictions that make you human.

By the time you reach “Saint Christopher,” a sprawling six-minute meditation on redemption and self-discovery, you’ve been through the ringer—left wondering whether you’ve found answers or just uncovered better questions. Its gentle resolve offers a fragile sense of closure, like holding a warm stone in a storm.

Idiot Savant isn’t just an album; it’s a reckoning. A cracked window into the world, it invites you to stare into the imperfections and find something beautiful within them. To listen is to confront yourself and emerge, perhaps, a little less afraid of what you’ll discover. This is I Am Hologram in their truest form: unapologetic, unwavering, and quietly transformative.

 A Real Horrorshow Symphony: A Review of Idiot Savant

By Ishmael Nihil

Oh my brothers and only friends, let me tell you of this bolshy choral work, Idiot Savant, by the devotchka-loving chelloveck known as I Am Hologram. It’s not a mere album, oh no, but a malenky bit of the old ultra-sonic—a sonic tolchock right to the gulliver. A journey through the gloopy, sinny recesses of a veshch’s soul, all lit up with real horrorshow strumming and dratsing melodies.

The opening, "115," is a quiet bit of the old in-out-in-out, a tease of what’s to come. Just a few bars of guitar that viddy like the slow rising of the blood-red dawn. But then the razrez comes sharp and heavy with "Uncomfortably Numb," a tune that slices like a nozh into the heart of the lonely. “Where has your solitude gotten you?” sings our droog Hologram, his goloss trembling with the weight of it all, like he’s lost his way in the malenky dark.

And oh, my droogs, "Dope Sick" is where the milk-plus turns sour. The guitars drip with the veshch’s pain, each chord a sobbing pleat for relief. You can almost slooshy the veins crying out, the shivers rattling his bones. A real veck’s lament, this one—a true mesto for those who’ve danced with the old devil’s candy.

"Derelict Starchild" lifts us from the muck, if only to toss us into the cosmic horrorshow. Here’s where the artist’s goloss takes on a veshch-like otherworldliness, crooning tales of nervous cyborgs and fallen star-children. It’s a platch of a track, full of longing for a home that doesn’t exist.

When you slooshy "Blood On the Pavement," you feel the crunch of boots in the snow, the drip-drip of red into the cracks. It’s urban malenky life, my brothers, where the streets are alive with the ghostly echoes of violence. The guitar lines are jagged, sharp like a britva, and the words linger like cigarette smoke in a darkened underpass.

And then, oh my droogies, the interludes. Those precious bits of quiet madness scattered through the disc like crumbs for the curious. Each one a tiny rabbit hole into the mind of this chelloveck, pulling you further into his world.

"My Scorpio Heart" is a love letter scrawled in the blood of obsession. A goloss heavy with heartbreak, a melody that sways like a drunk devotchka at the end of the bar. It’s beautiful, but oh so very cracked, like a mirror showing too much truth.

"Not Today Satan, Not Today" brings the veshch’s fight to the front. It’s the anthem of the weary, the song of a chelloveck done with all the sinny games. The lyrics jab and poke like a knife-fight, but there’s hope here, buried under the scars.

And then, as the clock ticks down, we reach "Saint Christopher." Oh, my brothers, this is the epic of the piece, the crescendo of all his malenky woes and wonders. The guitars swell, the goloss rises, and you feel the weight of it all—this life, this journey, this attempt to find peace in a world that’s all bog and no sky.

Idiot Savant isn’t just music, my brothers; it’s a veshch you feel in your gut, a journey you don’t come back from the same. It’s raw and it’s real, and it leaves you feeling a bit like Alex after his bit of the old Ludovico treatment—dizzy, drained, but alive with the truth of it all. A horrorshow masterpiece, my droogies. Give it a sloosh and viddy for yourselves.

Rating: 10/10 real horrorshow tolchocks. 

Where has your attitude gotten you?

Where has your solitude gotten you?

Where have your predictions gotten you?

Where have your addictions gotten you?

You're the light of the world

And you don't even seem to care

Where has your evidence gotten you?

Where has your innocence gotten you?

Where has your ignorance gotten you?

Where has your arrogance gotten you?

You're the light of the world

And you don't even seem to know

I've become uncomfortably numb

To everything and everyone

Theres danger on the west side of light

The birds go crazy from the powerlines

and I trust you will find your way back to me now

I need you

i feel you in the back of my throat

its a mildew I cannot explain

and i hope to find my way out of this box

I'm dope sick

and I need you back in my life

I can see you behind enemy lines

Disinfected and On the horizon

I became the sun for my universe

But that time has passed

and I need you back in my life

I swear I'll quit after the next high

I can't breathe right

The cramps cave me in

and i hope you enjoyed your vacation from me

I've been meaning to tell you

and I need you back in my life

Hey, would you like to touch the sky?

Would you like the see me try?

Would you light up my cigar?

Faith is an ugly thing to taste

When the mirror's rearranged

I can see your smile deranged

Help this is no ordinary load

I'm sure my stomach will explode

It is much too far indeed

Yes, my love, I know

And hey, can I play you my guitar?

Can I watch you watching me

Through the cemetery trees

By the river, by the river

Pharaohs never felt like this until you were invented

And now I know you guided me here

I am a nervous cyborg

And you were a derelict starchild

And I can't wait to visit your ruins

You were standing over me

With your neck against the wind

Your saliva on my cheek

These are dreams that never last

And I only meant to have fun

Wasn't hurting anyone

I was dancing in the streets

When they pulled me over

When they pulled me over

Hands on your head please don't move

You were behind it all from the start

I can't imagine all the dark inside your shoes

And I feel surrounded by the static channel eyes

They can't live without their pain

It's just not the thing for me

Am I walking in my sleep?

Go and walk hand in hand with gods

If it makes you feel alert

If it renders you inert or distracted

Or distracted

Johnny's in the basement

Mixing up the medicine

There's blood on the pavement

Sitting around thinking

Somewhere in Times Square

We're all here because we're not all there

It was too cold to die

When the trigger men smiled

And in a short amount of time a lot of people died

I said a lot of people died in a short amount of time

And there was blood on the pavement

Feels like I'm running away from what was rightfully mine

11000 miles can't heal a broken soul

And I will do anything to get you back into my bed

Do anything to get you out of my head

On a head full of acid

He walked towards the building

He walked towards the building an knocked on the door

On a head full of acid he walked towards the building

Then up come that shotgun and put his brains on the floor

It was too cold to die when the trigger man smiled

And then a lot of people died in a short amount of time

After all we've been through this is what it comes to?

Blood on the pavement?

By the time

This will rhyme

I'll be smiling ten miles wide

With your lips on my tongue

And your arms around the sun

Stuttering

Laughingly

I am digital and free

And the truth you can see

Is you're everything I need to feel complete

Frequencies in design

And you're always on my mind

And the truth

I can't lie

You're everything I need to feel alive

You got me so you don't know

I can read the writings on the wall

I can tell all hell's about to fall

Tell me what am i supposed to believe

When you found a cheap replacement for me

Cuz I thought we were something special

But I guess I was wrong

I thought we were something special

And now I've had enough

Have you had enough?

To be free is not enough

To be loved is not enough

Have you had enough?

I can take a joke but there's a limit

You've pushed me to that point of no return

I can feel you from miles and miles away

Miles and miles away is where you better stay

Tell me what am I supposed to believe?

When you found a cheap replacement for me

There is no replacing me

I'm writhing on my sheets

Insane

And I'm waiting for you to call me

And end this pain

But I'm yours if you want me

And everyone knows it

Everyone knows that I'm still your slave

And you took everything from me

But still I come crawling back to you

Is this what hell will feel like?

Paranoia

Damn Cupid's Arrow

For a sting like this

And I'm yours if you want me

And everyone knows it

Everyone knows that I'm still your slave

My Scorpio Heart

Won't let you go

I only wanted someone I could keep forever

And now you cast me aside

With this hole in my heart

Not Today Satan, Not Today -

Its hard to be without you

Time does nothing good for me

I pray for forgiveness

You were the one that

broke me down and built me up again

Our love is toxic

Its just hard to be without you love

I may never get over you

But I'll get used to it somehow

But..

If I'm fucked up and you're fucked up

Then you should know just how I feel

Cuz if you slam the door then I'll slam the door

And we both know how that feels

And if the cops get called and knock on the door

Then you know just how that feels

Cuz if you're fucked up and I'm fucked up

Then you should know just how I feel

I want nothing more than peace

You meant so much to me

We walk a thin line

You threw the pepper on the floor

I put another hole in the wall

Our love is toxic

I was sleeping on the sidewalk

Crazy as a loon

I drank me down some Medicine

That caused a Great Typhoon

There were Butterflies at Ground Zero

Shaking their heads at me

There was something wrong with you

Instantly I knew

There were mockingbirds among us

Who could not carry a tune

I am a fifth of all that surfaces

When all is said and done

May heaven help you with all your sorrows and all your pain

May heaven bless you in all your days and all your ways

Laughing like a trumpet

At Hitler's Hologram

In a funeral parlor

Wearing Orange Underwear

You can leave here by 430

And paint the daytime black

You can hear them from the train yard

On their way to camp

They left their lives behind

To boil the rocks for food

Their blood runs in my blood

Though I never knew their names

The monastery help hands

Are the lights that strike the bell

Hiding from the things

That need to stay back on the shelf

They are tying all the knots

Right behind my eyes

You can feel it in the morning

For the very last time

Suddenly as the ships sailed off

Oh how her smile it saved the day

It was mid July when we last shook hands

And we put differences aside

Far away where the angels reside

Lies a book which tells you why

It was then I tried to sell one of my hands

Cuz if you seek the truth like I do

there is nothing you wouldn't do

As the sun went down we all slept with grins

For tonight a new moon begins

In my dreams I sang on Jupiter

For if you seek the truth like I do

There is nothing you wouldn't do

Three days have passed

Since we lost our minds

What a gift the sunshine brings

As I died I was reborn again

Oh what a gift the sunshine brings

For I am the unholy roller

And I'm trying to find some piece man

I'm the unholy roller

Just trying to find some peace man