Killer LP from this Portland, Oregon cabal, another group that features ex-Hospitals members - what the fuck is it with that band? This record perfectly reconciles a whole bunch of vaguely-articulated underground hunch with a run of crude, totally addictive new wave/garage punk miniatures. When I first dropped the needle I was like, fuck, Billy Synth & The Turn-Ups! and that's as good a map-point as any for the combination of garage punk unknowns-style loserdom and ginchy new wave synth racket that dominates the LP. The production and crude basement feel comes out of the whole one-man into the void style of sub-cultural desperadoes like Alastair Galbraith and Jim Shepard and the songs combine classic UK DIY stumble-punk moves with an almost NZ feel for desolation, beautiful melodies and edge of the world sonics, while some of the more fall-apart folk jams have that same Appalachians-on-acid feel of The Cherry Blossoms. Even the scrabbly black and white artwork would locate it temporally somewhere downwind of 2008 - it just *looks* like a classic Siltbreeze/private press underground side. I dunno, it's such a great record, and the way it reconciles so much of what you - I - love about left field rock and associated freak modes with nothing but a clutch of great fucking songs, well, it makes you believe all over again. The latest Siltbreeze run is something else, and this one is the cream of the crop. Highly recommended.
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