m’kay maybe this is a bit too fancy to be dismissed with a wave of fuzzbox, three chords and 4/4 beat, as mere garage. but the core is thatkindofthing. s’pose it’s coming from the same place as the amen dunes record sacred bones put out this year: spacemen 3, phil spector, 13th floor elevators, etpetercetera. but there’s more oomph, more spunk, less paisley. lashings of fractured psych and muzzy blooms of tunes. hollered swoons of words and melody, smothered, covered, inward looking, buried, hidden/hiding. everything shrouded, dense, gauzey. then they lock into some bastard noisegroove, pirouetting between the ramones and v.u. sister ray jam extremes, and you want to dance with the fuckers before you lose them in the fog again.

the n.e.c.