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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- A surfy doozy best reserved for deepest, doziest reverie, stream @beachskulls' Grim That: http://t.co/AY20Q5p7Jy #ADifferentKindofSmooth about 2 hours ago from web
- Stream #YearoftheSpawn – a second from, and the sweeping finale to, The @hidden_cameras’ sixth studio album, Age: http://t.co/9XiI1j4vlT about 2 hours ago from web
- Peter Michel, alias Hibou, returns with Hide Away. And rarely did so-called glo-fi sound quite so good: http://t.co/XkgQ1bz0Jh @Hiboumichel about 2 hours ago from web
- Multi-faceted post-pop, drown in Yesterday Was from precocious Southampton duo, @thediamondageuk: http://t.co/YKMFzHhMhH about 3 hours ago from web