Labels: Thrill Jockey
Review by: Sean Haughton
holy shit i was slack reviewing this one. i’m not super familiar with
white hills’ daunting back catalogue, bar previous record ‘frying on
this rock’ which sold me on having a song which was the same one-note
riff played for 12 minutes (eternally a sucker for the repetitive
grooves). if the words COSMIC and STONER appear frequently in your
collection this shit is for you, but the band remain scuzzy enough to
appeal to the mudhoney-loving punk who’s a little too narrow-minded to
check out a hawkwind record. can we talk about how their bass player
is called EGO SENSATION? not a lot of use trying to write flowery
prose about a band like white hills: all business, huge fucking riffs,
solos, weird space noises and a drummer who pounds away relentlessly.
great record.