Having lived out my formative years beneath the Heathrow flight path, I feel only too well acquainted with the vexatious “low plane” recurrently referenced by enigmatic UK ensemble PSALMS on their one and only as yet audible output, Low Plane. A tumultuous clusterfuck of turbulent drums, nonchalant vox, and guitars that slither between the two disparate ends to the spectrum of the typically snappy loud/ quiet dynamic, although little may be known of the troupe it is immediately apparent that their formative years were played out – as were mine – sometime or other during the ’90s. Equal parts Duke Spirit-inspirited dustbowl ruination and Desert Session crunch, it’s a giddy intimation of a band grabbing at ever higher altitudes without doubt. Glory Be to the Father, etcetera.
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