Boomkat Product Review:
New York band Psychic Ills are so psych they even incorporated the aforementioned syllable into their name. Mirror Eye lays plain its far-outness credentials with the opening eleven-minute odyssey 'Mantis', a summary of the band's exploratory tendencies. Like a krautrock raga the track opens up with a droning synth, hand-played percussion and a sequence of meandering bass tones, eventually embracing sitar-like lead parts, all doused in echo. After this, the strobing chords and dislocated vocals of 'Meta' seem as though they have the makings of a straight-up pop song. Onto the third track and you're probably expecting the album to start tightening up, but nope, there's merely a two minute synthesizer sweep. 'Fingernail Tea' snaps the band back into a more song-like mode of practice, but the Eastern scales that give shape to 'The Way Of' soon transport the band back into the same sort of acid-fuelled electro-raga that dominated that lengthy opening jam. On Mirror Eye, Psychic Ills have made an interesting contribution to the wave of weird New York bands currently plying their trade in the city, sounding like a more thoroughly K-holed Gang Gang Dance in their appropriation of world rhythms and contemporary done aesthetics.