Articles by Elizabeth Klisiewicz
It is dream pop of the highest order, crystalline, hazy, and mysterious, dominated by singer Misty Mary’s gauzy vocals and slow, warm washes of keyboards and synths. You can use many words to describe their sound, but your impressions may change as you become immersed in their exquisitely crafted music.
The Bats are a NZ institution, not only recording for most of their careers on the venerable Flying Nun Records, but also maintaining the same 4 person lineup since their inception in 1982.
Every release from Pennsylvania native Keith Kenniff is an event. His body of work is incredibly gorgeous and moving, and this new release is no exception. It is mystical, sacred, and an intimate picture of Kenniff’s thought process.
These Olympia, Washington dream poppers created this debut album in the midst of a pandemic, a car accident, and two hospitalizations that nearly ended the band.
It is such a pleasant melange of psych pop and electronica. It is like a soft filtered version of his work in Ride (who themselves have softened their musical attack since their early days).
This is not music for a sunny day on the beach. Rather, you might be hunkered down in your living space letting this blow your mind.
It is music for the current age, a minor key masterpiece that may just become your soundtrack for this pandemic.
Never wanting to be pigeonholed as a shoegaze outfit, White-Gluz has strived to grow stylistically and marries the usual hazy dream pop and ‘gaze with dance beats and punk-pop.
If you enjoy charming, slightly low-fi music replete with pretty voices and memorable melodies, this is for you.
This is a terrific modern shoegaze album from a thoughtful artist known to sprinkle his work with literary references. Highly recommended!
Given the assured sophistication of this group, you’d think they’d been around for decades. Combining modern production with a vintage sound.
This is an elegant, chill work of art that is the perfect balm for your frazzled senses in these troubled times.
Berlin-based XTR Human continue to evolve their somewhat dystopian, filtered sunlit sound on this latest release.
It’s a laid back affair, replete with lazy guitar meanderings and a display of ideas first formed with Dead Meadow and inhabiting a dreamy realm that crosses genres such as Americana and cosmic psych.
During these tough times, we all need music to chill out to and put a happy spin on what could otherwise be a world of suck. Be sure to check this one out!
If you count yourself as a fan of power pop, and don’t already have this on order, rectify that immediately.
This album is such a pleasant, burbling listen as it meanders and expands through your aural senses. The songs are long and droning, and they will draw you in! Despite these plusses, it’s not easy listening. For those who prefer their psych in short, neat slices, look elsewhere. These are songs you need to spend time with, inhabiting the sonic spaces carved out by this talented group.
Comes off like a modern version of the 80s band, Black Sun Ensemble, and becomes enmeshed with other purveyors of loud, droning psych in my mind.
This is not paint by numbers paisley psych, rather, it hovers at the edges of Kraut rock and has a somewhat Motorik feel in some passages.
Imagine The Sisters of Mercy crossed with The Cure and any other favorite post punk group, including even lesser known lights of the scene such as early Comsat Angels and you start to get an inkling of what to expect here.
Their smooth, deceptively minimalist and vintage sound is enticing.