Review: Who knows what Ty Segall's channeling to be quite so prodigiously prolific, yet his rate of creativity hammers powerfully on - it only seems a few months since his T. Rex covers record 'Ty Rex', yet here is another blast of raunch and rapture seemingly time0warped in from the very early '70s. Slightly less grandstanding than his breakthrough 'Redeemer', this is a still more garage-driven, raucous and eternally teenage blast of aggression, supercharged by the pedal-driven intensity that marks his aptly-monickered side-project Fuzz yet showing all the songwriting suss by which he's made his name. Petulant yet impressively potent.
Review: Now as ever, it's hard to fathom that this mighty collision of psychedelic pop fantasia and fearlessly avant-garde electronic innovation was released nearly fifty years ago - perhaps owing partly to the fact that there was simply nothing remotely like this around in 1968, this record has not dated one iota, and such is the radiance of the songwriting and the intensity of the performances, this stands proud as music transmitted seemingly from another dimension. As melodically bewitching as it is fearless in its dives off the experimental deep end, this is an evergreen piece-de-resistance that set the bar for electronic rock music frighteningly high right from the off.
Review: For the recording sessions for Gorthleck, long-running collaborators Paul 'Mudd' Murphy and Ben Smith set up a small studio in a loch-side house in the Scottish highlands. The dramatic scenery and ever-changing weather patterns seem to have proved inspirational, because the album is arguably the downtempo duo's strongest to date. Variously influenced by kosmiche, Balearica, neo-folk, ambient, Tangerine Dream and movie soundtracks, the album's nine tracks meander along impressively, subtly shifting shape whilst winding their way into your subconscious. It's a beautiful set from start to finish, rich with hazy musicality and mood-enhancing moments, and comes highly recommended.
Review: Still making the majority of Johnny-come-lately electronic artists look like both philistines and lightweights at 78 years of age, Simeon Coxe is till touring in an evolved manifestation of the same setup that he first stunned the avant-garde underground with nearly fifty years ago, and this, his first new album in nearly two decades - shows that he's far from losing his touch in the creation of dizzy melody and cosmic sonic architecture. This outfit's trademark classic proto-motorik groove is in place, as is the bewitching astral atmosphere, yet the gentle mysticism at the heart of the songs here remain true testimony to Simeon's status as a timeless visionary.
Review: As we increasingly inhabit a world in which the term 'psych' becomes as de-clawed and meaningless as 'punk', and in which blandness and stylistic codification take over from inspiration and iconoclasm, it can be a blessed relief to be confronted by a record like this debut from the Gothenburg-dwelling duo, whose drone-based, righteously repetitive and joyfully anarchic racket gleans sonic salvation effectively by summoning the eldritch spirits of Spacemen 3, Suicide, Wolf Eyes and Brainbombs for an intimidating trip into the nether that's as much bliss and blitzkrieg. Rejoice, heads and headcases alike - there are still records intent on making psychedelia dangerous.