This is an album which seems to have taken quite some time to come to fruition. It was over two years ago I saw the band play some of these ‘new’ releases, he even told me himself the name of the album after a brief stalking session the day after, and finally here we are, in consciousness.
Five tracks sure feels like a whole lot of nothing, but it still manages to hit LP length thanks to nothing dipping below the six-minute mark. Careful selection seems to have been the order of the day, with the likes of recent single ‘Cease Fire’ failing to make the cut in favour of a calmer consistent whole.
Music wise we all know Thurston deals with the art of noise, but the noise has never sounded so clean. You can hear every nuance clearly, along with what each member of the band adds to the whole shebang. Guitarist James Sedwards has time in ‘Exalted’ to allow for some classical rock riffs, bassist Debbie Googe lets her My Bloody Valentine past out to play,Steve Shelly’s drums sure do breath, and of course with Thurston you get that trademark feedback fuelled noise. In part.
There is beauty and dreams to found within, just feel that swirl in ‘Smoke on Dreams’ though the longest numbers ‘Exalted’ and ‘Aphrodite’ have a tendency to blue ball the listener, never quite reaching that noisy catatonic bliss. When everything sounds lavishly clean, maybe there is no room for dirty Sonic thrills.