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Music, but not as we know it
From the very first minutes of this, Crystal Antlers' debut full-length (following last year's 25 minute long EP), when a short instrumental introduction pitches pounding rhythms against relentless organ riffs and howling guitar soloing, before giving way, with barely a pause, to the full raw-voiced rush of 'Dust', it is clear that the band's ferocious energy is in full flow. Recorded and mixed on old-school analogue tape over the course of a single feverish week, the raw immediacy of Crystal Antlers' sound positively burns from the speakers as they blast through 13 tracks of psychedelic organ-drenched garage rock fuzz. With a host of breathless raw vocal howls, breakneck bass and percussion propulsion, screeching guitar soloing straight for the stars and melodic organ whirl, there's barely a moments rest until we reach the prog-psych closer 'Several Tongues' which brings a epic blow-out finish to the rich vitality of this gloriously exhausting debut.
With this being their third fully-realised album for the Jagjaguwar label, it would be a mistake to call Pink Mountaintops a side-project, though it is Stephen McBean's other music endeavour, the similarly named Black Mountain, who have gained more of a prominence and following in the last few years, even with just two albums behind them. As the leader, primary songwriter, guitarist and vocalist of both groups, it is rather that McBean uses the two alter-egos to express different parts of his musical visions. While Black Mountain offer up classic psychedelic-tinged heavy rock, Pink Mountaintops take a more epic pop direction, with a barrage of musicians lending their skills to this record, including Destroyer's Ted Bois on piano and organ, Godspeed You! Black Emperor's Sophie Trudeau on a multitude of instruments and voice and Jesse Sykes and many others on various vocal and instrumental duties. With such a plethora of collaborators involved and McBean's classic catchy song-writing, it is no surprise that 'Outside Love' has the lush orchestral pop/rock feel that it does, with soaring vocal choruses and melodic layers of guitar, organ and piano playing a strong role and a vast Americana, classic country-rock sensibility pervading the album. Maybe, with the strength of 'Outside Love', this could be the year that the Pink overtakes the Black for Stephen McBean.
While Deerhunter might almost unanimously be thought of and acclaimed as pretty much the sole product of main man Bradford Cox, this first solo album from the band's guitarist Lockett Pundt gives many a hint that there could be more than one master of pop psychedelia at work in the Deerhunter camp. Operating under the Lotus Plaza alias, Pundt has created a wonderful 10 track, near-perfect 45 minute collection of multi-layered dream-pop beauty. With deep, reverb-soaked washes of guitar and synth and dreamy vocal echoes drifting through the spacious instrumental textures, this is a luscious, hazy, summer afternoon of a record, perfect for long journeys laid out on the grass going nowhere, with the setting sun burning warmly through your eyelids. Striking the balance between the ambience of Bradford Cox's solo Atlas Sound recordings and the more full-on shoegaze rock of Deerhunter, 'The Floodlight Collective' tackles both sides of this divide, moving from the catchy harmonic pop swirls of "Red Oak Way" and "Quicksand", through the soaring shoegaze of "What Grows?", complete with endless echoes of deeply-buried vocal reverb, to the kraut-psych synths of "Antoine" and the album's title track. With such consistently rich greatness coming from the Deerhunter camp, Lotus Plaza's "The Floodlight Collective" is yet more evidence that whatever it is they're putting in the water down in Atlanta, Georgia, it certainly seems to be doing the trick.
Rocket Recordings, the Bristol-based home to all kinds of heavy psychedelic guitar antics, kicks off a new series of split vinyl LPs with this suitably fuzz and feedback-drenched double-sider, pitching New York's White Hills against Bristolian home crew The Heads. True to form, both bands offer up 20-odd minutes of head-nodding, effects-laden spacerock jams. Things begin as they mean to go on, with the White Hills' 'I Will Find Peace Of Mind' fading in medias res from pealing feedback into a slowly unfolding, deliciously stoned groove, topped with distant, echoey Spacemen 3-esque vocals and a fuzz of psychedelic guitar soloing. After a brief street-recording respite, we hit the flip side, where The Heads' even more epic 'Camden Brain Slurry' blasts off on a particularly monstrous cosmic voyage. Their decidedly heavier instrumental maelstrom throws pummelling drum and bass blasts and eventual krautrock repetitions into walls of rocket-ship guitar, everything screeching and screaming to blistering feedback crescendos, creating a gloriously heady mind-expanding sonic trip.