After taking in the jagged exorcism that is Brisbane band Clever's new track, it feels a jump to be launching into Fall Seattle, the eponymous debut record from the North Virginian quartet. Out through the excellent Faux Discx label (Sauna Youth, Monotony, Hookworms, Tense Men), it is a lucky dip of the past, reappropriated in bedrooms, kitchens and basements, crystallising into a sonorous sojourn sparkling with jangle and noise, introversion and extroverted emulsions. There is a Deerhunter-meets-The Raincoats-meets-Grandaddy esoteric clarity to opener 'Carol'; a sundrenched meander through Lotus Plaza's back garden on 'Wanda Jackson'; a Yo La Tengo hopped-up malaise to 'Time'. 'New York' could be Ratcat trying their hand at Dinosaur Jr, a suitably fractious racket with cavernous space that still feels intimate amid the throat-tearing catharsis. The twang and meandering space of 'Boyhood' has me entranced - it is the central song, and the centrifugal force of the album, somehow slowing everything down but bringing it all into focus. The opening drums for 'Blau' is ominous before the onslaught, a shimmering menace not unlike the inimitable Women (which is why it is probably my favourite track here); 'Suburban Stain' is a guitar dream, off the books via the Books; the jumped up yet broody pop of 'Nothing You Can Hold On To' meanwhile sets it all free. 'Demon Son' takes us into black-spark shoegaze territory, albeit with bottom-of-the-well reverb sparseness in fits and bursts (another great song). Fall Seattle close up shop with 'Separation Anxiety', a mild, contemplative that burbles and percolates, a sepia-burnt daydream rumination on all that has come before. This is an incredibly strong record - there have been some Real Estate comparisons (which I can see in part), but despite my constant attraction to band signifiers above, the bowerbird genre splicing here makes the album a unique and highly rewardable listen. I really like this one - you should all grab Fall Seattle here.
Friday, 19 February 2016
Faux Seattle Has Fallen
After taking in the jagged exorcism that is Brisbane band Clever's new track, it feels a jump to be launching into Fall Seattle, the eponymous debut record from the North Virginian quartet. Out through the excellent Faux Discx label (Sauna Youth, Monotony, Hookworms, Tense Men), it is a lucky dip of the past, reappropriated in bedrooms, kitchens and basements, crystallising into a sonorous sojourn sparkling with jangle and noise, introversion and extroverted emulsions. There is a Deerhunter-meets-The Raincoats-meets-Grandaddy esoteric clarity to opener 'Carol'; a sundrenched meander through Lotus Plaza's back garden on 'Wanda Jackson'; a Yo La Tengo hopped-up malaise to 'Time'. 'New York' could be Ratcat trying their hand at Dinosaur Jr, a suitably fractious racket with cavernous space that still feels intimate amid the throat-tearing catharsis. The twang and meandering space of 'Boyhood' has me entranced - it is the central song, and the centrifugal force of the album, somehow slowing everything down but bringing it all into focus. The opening drums for 'Blau' is ominous before the onslaught, a shimmering menace not unlike the inimitable Women (which is why it is probably my favourite track here); 'Suburban Stain' is a guitar dream, off the books via the Books; the jumped up yet broody pop of 'Nothing You Can Hold On To' meanwhile sets it all free. 'Demon Son' takes us into black-spark shoegaze territory, albeit with bottom-of-the-well reverb sparseness in fits and bursts (another great song). Fall Seattle close up shop with 'Separation Anxiety', a mild, contemplative that burbles and percolates, a sepia-burnt daydream rumination on all that has come before. This is an incredibly strong record - there have been some Real Estate comparisons (which I can see in part), but despite my constant attraction to band signifiers above, the bowerbird genre splicing here makes the album a unique and highly rewardable listen. I really like this one - you should all grab Fall Seattle here.
Sunday, 10 May 2015
Digging Up Stupid Stags
Friday, 1 March 2013
Hits From The Box #61 - Leapin' Lizards!
There is a large lizard running around my building. Or so I've been told. I'm yet to see the scaly critter. But judging from the reactions from the people around here, it probably looks like the thing above. If I don't finish this blog, you know I've been garroted by some lizard-orc hybrid that wears hubcaps...or something. Seriously...people are dumb.
It's Hits From The Box time, yo!
I'm gonna kick things off with Austin ragamuffins Tiger Waves. This four-piece has been making a splash in their hometown (which in many ways, due to the zeitgeist-y nature of the place, means ripples globally), playing alongside the likes of Youth Lagoon, Neon Indian and The Strange Boys. 'Fields' is fairly indicative of what they are capable of - a dreamy, soporific effort that floats along like the best moments of Lockett Pundt's efforts. This is such a killer track, and with an LP on the way, Tiger Waves should be making...well, waves. (Sorry about the lack of lyricism - the killer lizard is really getting to me - and a lack of sleep. I apologise in advance). You can get the Fields 7" here.
Tiger Waves - Fields
Wild Wild Wets got in touch with me due to previous posts about Mrs Magician and Wet Years (where are THOSE guys? That 'Catch A Wave' song was so goddamn good!), and I'm glad they did. The San Diego group are doing their darnedest to melt the faces of all and sundry into one heaving amorphous being, grinning from ear to ear and losing themselves in the black hole of their psych-flecked jams. They have played alongside SM faves The Growlers, Thee Oh Sees and Moon Duo, have an opening support slot coming up for the Black Lips, and their first 7" Vinyl is on the way from Grizzly Records in the upcoming months. Get inside these thumping swampy songs, throw down and get melted.
Lid Emba, AKA Sean Moore, experimental soundscaper, is completing a trilogy of releases called Terminal Muse which have explored the idea of isolation in his music. The third instalment, Yellow, came out this week (the first two called Red and Blue respectively). His beginnings in recordings came at an early age - an inadvertent recording of his dog getting run over when he was a child. The tangle of sounds enveloping an ordinary neighbourhood, eclipsed by a childhood horror. Fast forward to now, where Moore created the Terminal Muse triad to come to terms with coping with a year of Hepatitis C treatment which has thankfully worked. The utilisation of sounds that blend together yet seem distinct, fuse to each other's core so that they become undetectable - it can be dense, cruel, lonely - but above all else there is a cathartic liberation in these tunes, a sense of shrugging off the shackles. The Terminal Muse stuff is through Stickfigure Recordings - if you like experimenting with wholesale the breadth of sound encapsulated by personal experience (which, whether you are aware of it or not, most of you do), this is well worth exploring further - head here for more.
Lid Emba - Vow Of Owls
Lid Emba - Third Rail To Paradise
From Finland's capital Helsinki we get Kiki Pau, a band that eschews guitar pop for something akin to spectral jams, preferring to subliminally incorporate various genre tropes and fade them out before they can be fully realised. This is evident on their 3rd LP, Pines, a record that holds sway despite (or because of) its insistence to meander, before crashing down like a glacial waterfall. Pines grows on you, and is more indicative of the Scandinavian nation and its otherworldly beauty than most of the eclectic folk that it exports. Well worth checking out, Pines is available here on emerald vinyl through Brooklyn label Beyond Beyond Is Beyond.
Kiki Pau - Tomte Mars
The Palace Of Justice released a self-titled EP back in May last year - the opening track 'Breathe A Word' was quite good off-kilter alt-folk fare with a roll that feels like Beirut if Zach Condon was more inclined to take the piss, but the other two were a little undercooked. The London-based trio started out with 2010's The Album of Justice, a live, stripped back list of tracks that both benefits and suffers from the lack of production values. The iPhone-like recordings sound immediate, like an inebriated night at the local pub with a bizarrely adept "originals band" taking the corner in between the jukebox blaring out Johnny Cash and Kenny Rogers; but knowing the strength of a polished 'Breathe A Word', you know better renditions of these songs should also see the light of day. This isn't usually my thing, but there is enough irreverence hinted at that could make this a strong musical endeavour. Colour me intrigued.
The Palace Of Justice - Breathe A Word
Happy Friday!
Tuesday, 12 February 2013
Hits From The Box #59 - Can't Sleep, ATP'll Eat Me
Ahem, but here are some other reasons that life is pretty sweet – it’s Hits From The Box time.
Wry Climate – Comfort Decay
Happy Tuesday!
Tuesday, 31 July 2012
Hollowing Out The Stars To The Other Side

This EP has been around for donkeys' years (well, March), but seeing as I have a Deerhunter-related post coming up later in the day, I thought I'd air this one out too.
Ex-Deerhunter Colin Mee (possibly still a deer hunter though, I never asked him) formed what would become Hollow Stars four years go as a side-project from his main band. It's since spiralled out into a mutant mass of psychedelia drenched in goth New Wave, surf rock and interstellar travel, most notably in their latest EP Neshama. Seriously, this is some strange stuff, yet strangely alluring. The way it shifts around, Mee's vocals wavering through the mix like an otherworldly Lou Reed or Matt Berninger, you can't help you are listening to music that has slipped through a crack in the fabric of space, that only those from a parallel world were intended to hear. And an aside, Mee is still keeping in with his old buddies, as Hollow Stars just completed a tour with Lotus Plaza, Lockett Pundt's ace side project.

Neshama is out through Coco Art, you can snap it up here.
Hollow Stars - Eastern Sky
Hollow Stars - The Other Side
Thursday, 14 June 2012
Found A Dead Sailor In The Stagnant Pools

I brought to your attention only weeks ago that rad track 'Consistency' by Indiana brothers Stagnant Pools, drooling over the groove-laden dirge that is equal parts shoegaze swoon and lackadaisical guitar pop, with a smattering of gritty drone to boot. Well they have an album coming up on Polyvinyl called Temporary Room. What's more they have just finished up support slots with labelmates Japandroids (who also have a newie out, more on that later!!!) and EMA, and have more to come alongside A Place To Bury Strangers, Lotus Plaza, Exitmusic and Akron/Family (the last two of which sees them touring in a van they received as a graduation present - thanks pez!). These guys are heating up.
Stagnant Pools - Dead Sailor
Sunday, 6 May 2012
Lotus Plaza Grows Outward At A Distance

There isn't much that comes out of the Deerhunter collective's stable that I am not a fan of, and whilst it's Bradford Cox's antics that gain most of the attention, the rest aren't laying idle either. Guitarist Lockett Pundt's output as Lotus Plaza is nothing to be sneezed at, and on latest LP Spooky Action At A Distance he truly comes into his own.
Sure, tracks such as 'Strangers' don't stray too far from the DH format of shimmering sunny psych shoegaze (hope you can pronounce your s's - that phrase is a spit-sprayer...). It showcases a number of things, not least how integral Pundt is to Deerhunter's writing process, and how on this album he has stepped up into the sunlight, discarding the ambient netherworld for a front-line assault on glorious guitar pop swathed in warmth. What's more, Spooky Action At A Distance is an album with a spectral magic built into its mainframe, for every time I have listened to this record (and I have listened a lot), a new track takes precedence over all others. Whether it be the glossy ambling of 'Strangers', the ascendant glory of 'Out Of Touch', the sparse folk gravitas of 'Dusty Rhodes', the bliss out shoegaze of 'Monoliths', the harmonious, uplifting 'White Galactic One' - seriously, each track holds its own emotions and memories, real or imagined. It is this sense of a musical equivalent of fireflies in a jar that this album evokes - there is a glow in between the spaces of these compositions, and when Pundt opens them up, the light envelops you whole.

True, this is a glowing review (pun semi-intended) - but it is well worth it. Spooky Action At A Distance (out on Kranky) can be bought here - don't be surprised if this becomes an underground hit for years to come.
Lotus Plaza - Strangers
Lotus Plaza - Out Of Touch
Tuesday, 18 October 2011
Predicting Another Bloody Success In The Surf

West Beach, Florida's Surfer Blood had a stellar 2010, what with their massive debut LP Astro Coast making them the new Weezer (IE when Weezer was good) and side projects such as the Jesus Lizard-heavy Weird Wives kicked some serious arse. Well they are hitting back out into new territory this month on their new EP Tarot Classics (on Kanine Records) In some ways its more of the same, esp[especially on the catchy opener 'I'm Not Ready'. However 'Miranda' is a catchy Elvis Costello meets - you guessed it - Weezer blast, whilst end-track 'Drinking Problem' is a fantastic sidestep, a bit of Deerhunter/Atlas Sound/Lotus Plaza styled airiness pervading throughout. They are great songwriters, and vocalist John Paul Pitts' voice is as clear and enervating as ever. Ive been bagged out by my interest in this band in the past, but seriously, there is something about Surfer Blood which is like drinking an ice cold beer after spending an hour mowing the lawn in summer's mid-afternoon haze. A truly enjoyable yet refreshing experience.
Surfer Blood have picked up the support slot for the run of Stateside Pixies shows - very nice! If you can, make sure you get tickets for that. For the rest of you, bide your time - rumours afoot that the touring bug continues to bite...
Surfer Blood - Voyager Reprise
Surfer Blood - Miranda
Saturday, 8 May 2010
Six Degrees of Deerhunter #1 - Lotus Plaza

Thursday night at Heaven the SM crew were witness to another electrifying set by Deerhunter. Headed by the ever affable music geek genius that is Bradford Cox, the band sonically swirled, shimmied and shellacked their way into everyone’s hearts. You can tell from Paul’s post this week that he is a Deerhunter tragic – well, after last night, so am I. (There will be a full gig review in the coming days).
So I thought Id hark back to February when I did a little experiment, connecting six bands vicariously through the amazingness that is Sonic Youth, one half of our blog moniker’s genesis. Six posts were barely enough, but it showed what amazing music Thurston and co. have their interests in. So this week Im doing one in dedication to the incendiary act that is Deerhunter.
First up? Rather than going for something more obvious, such as Cox’s solo gear as Atlas Sound, I wanted to showcase
First of all, Deerhunter’s sound has Pundt’s fingerprints firmly smeared all over it; the shimmering wash of elevated shoegaze that has become emblematic for the band is nowhere to see on their first album Turn It Up Faggot, an album that clearly wore its heart on its sleeve (it was dedicated to original band member Justin Bosworth, who died in a skateboarding accident in 2004), was full of spark, angles and anger, and a good album in its own right – yet vastly different from everything that came next, which coincided with Pundt’s joining the group.
Secondly, with the current 12 months being dominated by lo-fi/no-fi recordings, scuzzed out jammers and Spector-influenced garage rock-slash-pop-slash-surf-slash-whatever bands,
But before I get all emotionally involved, I will say that The Floodlight Collective does suffer from its occasional similarities to its big brother, and there is a fluctuation between introversion and bombast, confidence and apprehension that halts the album from being something great. Nevertheless, it is very interesting listening, and does a nice ring-a-ring-a-rosie with Atlas Sounds’ Logos. Check it out.
NB - I think this is a highly underrated album, and I also believe it equals Logos as a highly successful step outside of Deerhunter's shadow - only Cox's name and big-name collaborators have allowed for Logos to get out in the ether more. There...Ive said it.
Thursday, 6 May 2010
Deerhunter helicopter
Ever since 2007's Cryptograms, Deerhunter and their many side projects, such as Atlas Sound and the often overlooked Lotus Plaza (guitarist Lockett Pundt's side project), all have occupied a special place in my heart. Let's be honest - I fucking love everything this band touches and I'll happily admit that I've seen them live countless times, it's verging on a geek/psycho level.
So when Mark Riley of BBC 6 Music (I really should write a post about 6 Music soon) had the lads on his show, in session, it was a must listen (thanks Tash!). And to add to my Deerhunter based joy they played a new track Helicopter, and below you can have a taste yourself. Nice to hear the reverb drenching madness of Cryptograms is back but with the purity of Bradford's Microcastle vocal leanings. You can check out the whole session here, well worth it for The Fall cover and a stonking rendition of Nothing Ever Happens. And here is Deerhunter's own blog, always good stuff on there.
Deerhunter - Helicopter (Live on 6 Music)
I've also posted a couple of mp3s from Deerhunter related albums that should, in my humble opinion, be a stable of any SM reader... enjoy and purchase...
Deerhunter - Language Violence (from the first album Turn It Up Faggot)
Lotus Plaza - The Floodlight Collective
Atlas Sounds - Walkabout (Noah Lennox)
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