Absorbingly unusual juxtapositions of sunny-day garage rock jangles and experimental tape collage by L.A. anomalies Dividers, on their return to guess-again label Primordial Void - think The VU via Spacemen 3, Black Dice/Eric Copeland, The Alps x fucked shortwave radio.
‘Crime of Passion’ is Dividers’ shapeshifting follow-up to their 2020 debut ‘Once More with Feeling’. It twists their kaleidoscope on the “Cosmic Americana” prism to draw a sort of fractured continuum of disparate styles where motorik garage meets eye-swivel psych, stomping blues and raga drone blow-outs, before ultimately shoring up in a dial-strafing ace shimmering with lysergic American Dream substance. It’s a strong reminder not to sleep on Marcel Sletten’s Primordial Void, home to aces by Oï les Ox, Susu Laroche, Cucina Povera and Roxane Métayer.
Quite the confection of styles, delivered with a psychonaut vision and temperament, ‘Crime of Passion’ is full of surprises ranging from warmly gratifying melodies to properly groggy sidelines into noise. The hazy shimmer of ‘Easy Chair’ sets up a brilliant record prone to lurch from banking amp worship to gospel-infused garage churn on ‘Spun Out’, while trading in dusty country blues on ‘You Win Again’, and searing, echoic motorik psych in ‘The Path’.
They anachronistically acknowledge the times like an echo of Dylan in the noise swaddled ‘Covid Nineteen Blues’, and serve memorable purchased strums with ‘Don’t Blow Out That Candle’, and firmly mush the skull on the 12 minute tape/radio collage ‘Hometown Hoedown Side B (Drifting Too Far From the Shore)’ recalling the bezonkkked glory days of early James Ferraro and vaporwave in its smeared nostalja.
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Absorbingly unusual juxtapositions of sunny-day garage rock jangles and experimental tape collage by L.A. anomalies Dividers, on their return to guess-again label Primordial Void - think The VU via Spacemen 3, Black Dice/Eric Copeland, The Alps x fucked shortwave radio.
‘Crime of Passion’ is Dividers’ shapeshifting follow-up to their 2020 debut ‘Once More with Feeling’. It twists their kaleidoscope on the “Cosmic Americana” prism to draw a sort of fractured continuum of disparate styles where motorik garage meets eye-swivel psych, stomping blues and raga drone blow-outs, before ultimately shoring up in a dial-strafing ace shimmering with lysergic American Dream substance. It’s a strong reminder not to sleep on Marcel Sletten’s Primordial Void, home to aces by Oï les Ox, Susu Laroche, Cucina Povera and Roxane Métayer.
Quite the confection of styles, delivered with a psychonaut vision and temperament, ‘Crime of Passion’ is full of surprises ranging from warmly gratifying melodies to properly groggy sidelines into noise. The hazy shimmer of ‘Easy Chair’ sets up a brilliant record prone to lurch from banking amp worship to gospel-infused garage churn on ‘Spun Out’, while trading in dusty country blues on ‘You Win Again’, and searing, echoic motorik psych in ‘The Path’.
They anachronistically acknowledge the times like an echo of Dylan in the noise swaddled ‘Covid Nineteen Blues’, and serve memorable purchased strums with ‘Don’t Blow Out That Candle’, and firmly mush the skull on the 12 minute tape/radio collage ‘Hometown Hoedown Side B (Drifting Too Far From the Shore)’ recalling the bezonkkked glory days of early James Ferraro and vaporwave in its smeared nostalja.
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Absorbingly unusual juxtapositions of sunny-day garage rock jangles and experimental tape collage by L.A. anomalies Dividers, on their return to guess-again label Primordial Void - think The VU via Spacemen 3, Black Dice/Eric Copeland, The Alps x fucked shortwave radio.
‘Crime of Passion’ is Dividers’ shapeshifting follow-up to their 2020 debut ‘Once More with Feeling’. It twists their kaleidoscope on the “Cosmic Americana” prism to draw a sort of fractured continuum of disparate styles where motorik garage meets eye-swivel psych, stomping blues and raga drone blow-outs, before ultimately shoring up in a dial-strafing ace shimmering with lysergic American Dream substance. It’s a strong reminder not to sleep on Marcel Sletten’s Primordial Void, home to aces by Oï les Ox, Susu Laroche, Cucina Povera and Roxane Métayer.
Quite the confection of styles, delivered with a psychonaut vision and temperament, ‘Crime of Passion’ is full of surprises ranging from warmly gratifying melodies to properly groggy sidelines into noise. The hazy shimmer of ‘Easy Chair’ sets up a brilliant record prone to lurch from banking amp worship to gospel-infused garage churn on ‘Spun Out’, while trading in dusty country blues on ‘You Win Again’, and searing, echoic motorik psych in ‘The Path’.
They anachronistically acknowledge the times like an echo of Dylan in the noise swaddled ‘Covid Nineteen Blues’, and serve memorable purchased strums with ‘Don’t Blow Out That Candle’, and firmly mush the skull on the 12 minute tape/radio collage ‘Hometown Hoedown Side B (Drifting Too Far From the Shore)’ recalling the bezonkkked glory days of early James Ferraro and vaporwave in its smeared nostalja.
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Absorbingly unusual juxtapositions of sunny-day garage rock jangles and experimental tape collage by L.A. anomalies Dividers, on their return to guess-again label Primordial Void - think The VU via Spacemen 3, Black Dice/Eric Copeland, The Alps x fucked shortwave radio.
‘Crime of Passion’ is Dividers’ shapeshifting follow-up to their 2020 debut ‘Once More with Feeling’. It twists their kaleidoscope on the “Cosmic Americana” prism to draw a sort of fractured continuum of disparate styles where motorik garage meets eye-swivel psych, stomping blues and raga drone blow-outs, before ultimately shoring up in a dial-strafing ace shimmering with lysergic American Dream substance. It’s a strong reminder not to sleep on Marcel Sletten’s Primordial Void, home to aces by Oï les Ox, Susu Laroche, Cucina Povera and Roxane Métayer.
Quite the confection of styles, delivered with a psychonaut vision and temperament, ‘Crime of Passion’ is full of surprises ranging from warmly gratifying melodies to properly groggy sidelines into noise. The hazy shimmer of ‘Easy Chair’ sets up a brilliant record prone to lurch from banking amp worship to gospel-infused garage churn on ‘Spun Out’, while trading in dusty country blues on ‘You Win Again’, and searing, echoic motorik psych in ‘The Path’.
They anachronistically acknowledge the times like an echo of Dylan in the noise swaddled ‘Covid Nineteen Blues’, and serve memorable purchased strums with ‘Don’t Blow Out That Candle’, and firmly mush the skull on the 12 minute tape/radio collage ‘Hometown Hoedown Side B (Drifting Too Far From the Shore)’ recalling the bezonkkked glory days of early James Ferraro and vaporwave in its smeared nostalja.
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