Labels: self released
Review by: Andy Malcolm
I kept on turning the volume up but it made no difference, the treble just became terrifically painful, and the music became no more clear, nor any louder. The guitars on this recording are often clouded under a layer of gentle feedback squeal. And I am coming to the conclusion that this may actually have been recorded on Mars, where the docile atmosphere affected the acoustics and rendered the songs extraordinarily thin and wispy. I should at this point confirm that I am not complaining, I do enjoy what they have conjured up here, a sound that to these ears nestles in comfortably between Codeine, Flying Saucer Attack and the Real Estate. Pleasing, spaced out dream pop that glides by within a few million miles of none the wiser planet Earth on a passing comet. Appropriately enough, Wikipedia describes a comet as displaying a visible coma, “a thin, fuzzy, temporary atmosphere”. That’s the fella, that’s what we have right here. A thin, fuzzy, temporary atmosphere. Good work, Martians.