This record has trance-inducing qualities. It’s all I’ve listened to tonight. Over and over and over. The music is minimal, guitar-driven, and light on the percussion (it’s there, but treated almost like something you kick around the room just to get it out of your way). My immediate thought, right before I fell under this album’s spell, is these guys remind me of Jandek, FSA, as well as the Sonic Death tape from a long, long time ago (I wish that would be repressed on vinyl). The notes are plucked, sometimes sharp, sometimes cold, and, strangely, the sound goes over you like a warm blanket (much nicer and less corny than a Snuggie). But these guitars, though sparsely played, ring out, and float around, while there are some noises in the background vying for your attention. I like when they flesh out the sound more and create nervous tension with a bass thumping like a motor in the song “The Restless Dream.” As they transition into “She’s Too Big,” my mind has melted into a puddle. By the middle of the second side, I’m vaguely aware of my surroundings. I don’t want to get up from my chair. I just want to sit hear and listen and look at how the lamp cast shadows on my cottage cheese ceiling.
–M.Avrg (Savage Quality, savagequalityrecordings.com)