WAND
September 2013, Wand was quietly dismembered and ritually eaten in the hills near Dodger Stadium. Wand reborn as "Wand"— an obese organ falsely organized as 4 overjoyous nerds. Four flesh balloons betting on a few aging amplifiers. I hear they listen to Here Come the Warm Jets on loop all day and plot mail fraud. I hear they stole Dale Crover's car and sacrificed it to the weather near the Los Angeles County Line. Some few things, at least, are certain: Wand hears ghosts. Wand prefers serpents. The Sun is the mother of every fiction. All phenomena will be consumed in alphabetical order, but desire will recirculate ad infinitum. If all else fails, Wand will just devour more hands.
Naked Lights
The thorny Oakland, Calif.-based five piece make it very clear from the first few seconds of the record to the very end that the music here is intensely addictive and welcomely unpredictable stuff. Shades of post-punk, dub, even anarcho-punk vibes are thrillingly re-blended into wholly futuristic shapes that defy easy categorization.
Consisting of Cameron Stephens (guitar/synth/bullhorn/percussion), Christopher Sprague (bass/organ/percussion), Josh Lindenfelzer (drums/percussion/synth/AM radio/saxophone/stylophone/suona), Christopher Hash (guitars), and Aurora Crispin (vocals), Naked Lights' cross-talking guitars speak their own prickly language. The atmosphere is wide-focus and carries a subtle tang of danger, the whole sense of timing and space is unique and fresh, and it's topped off with a feminine yelp that is as in your face as it is intriguing and foreign-seeming.
The album was recorded at SANTO in Oakland, mixed and produced by Josh Roberts and Christopher Sprague, and engineered by Jonah Strauss. An altogether unique and refreshingly vital listen from Castle Face.
Mike Donovan (solo)
Mike makes his move! The Sic Alps singer heads for the hills with this wild and wooly solo breakdown. Foggy mountain, bluegrass, communication and nervous: all this kind PLUS are stripes…
WAND
September 2013, Wand was quietly dismembered and ritually eaten in the hills near Dodger Stadium. Wand reborn as "Wand"— an obese organ falsely organized as 4 overjoyous nerds. Four flesh balloons betting on a few aging amplifiers. I hear they listen to Here Come the Warm Jets on loop all day and plot mail fraud. I hear they stole Dale Crover's car and sacrificed it to the weather near the Los Angeles County Line. Some few things, at least, are certain: Wand hears ghosts. Wand prefers serpents. The Sun is the mother of every fiction. All phenomena will be consumed in alphabetical order, but desire will recirculate ad infinitum. If all else fails, Wand will just devour more hands.
Naked Lights
The thorny Oakland, Calif.-based five piece make it very clear from the first few seconds of the record to the very end that the music here is intensely addictive and welcomely unpredictable stuff. Shades of post-punk, dub, even anarcho-punk vibes are thrillingly re-blended into wholly futuristic shapes that defy easy categorization.
Consisting of Cameron Stephens (guitar/synth/bullhorn/percussion), Christopher Sprague (bass/organ/percussion), Josh Lindenfelzer (drums/percussion/synth/AM radio/saxophone/stylophone/suona), Christopher Hash (guitars), and Aurora Crispin (vocals), Naked Lights' cross-talking guitars speak their own prickly language. The atmosphere is wide-focus and carries a subtle tang of danger, the whole sense of timing and space is unique and fresh, and it's topped off with a feminine yelp that is as in your face as it is intriguing and foreign-seeming.
The album was recorded at SANTO in Oakland, mixed and produced by Josh Roberts and Christopher Sprague, and engineered by Jonah Strauss. An altogether unique and refreshingly vital listen from Castle Face.
Mike Donovan (solo)
Mike makes his move! The Sic Alps singer heads for the hills with this wild and wooly solo breakdown. Foggy mountain, bluegrass, communication and nervous: all this kind PLUS are stripes…
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