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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- Newly announced for @OfficialRandL, @BrodyDalle and @bloodredshoes: http://t.co/zJU79dbyP2 about 1 day ago from web
- We're currently switching servers – again – hence today's drastic lack of activity, but should be back with it soon enough. #EnjoyTheSilence about 2 days ago from Twitter for iPhone
- Here's @giorgiomoroder putting his distinctive spin on @coldplay's #Midnight https://t.co/d4ls2fLbjy http://t.co/8ofXpRgaMB about 3 days ago from Twitter for iPhone
- Needing to burn off a few excess calories in the coming days? You could do worse than to stick Percussions' Sext on… http://t.co/Wr7Va9t8is about 1 week ago from web