| Format: | LP |
| Availability: | Out of stock |
“Blends hallucinogenic lo-fi & homespun psychedelia with warped folk & blues roots. The sonic collage it offers is chocked fill of Nuggets-style brittle gems, at once whimsical, druggy & eerie.” Shindig! 4/5
Eight years since the breathtaking Somewhere Anywhere EP, The Mad Walls return to flick lit matches at psych rock with this gorgeous, floatily heavy debut LP. Driven by bone shaking acoustic guitar, visceral drums, wonderfully trippy basslines and the throwaway perfection of their spooked lyrics & vocals.
Recorded on tape in their garage, there’s a DIY heart with epic results across sixteen songs. It opens with the walloping drum canter/bass attack of WHO WANTS TO DIE FOR RELIGION. Passes through the furious distorted acoustic guitar solo on I TELL YOU HOW I FEEL. The woozy, elastic time-stretching of COOL TRIPPER. The brief, funky lurch of IN YOUR DREAM YOU ARE NO ONE. The almost lush, cinematic SEVEN DAYS which conjures Serge Gainsbourg by way of Moby Grape. HIP COMMA’s floaty strut and the groovy raga of MAKA THE NATIVE, which has not one but two ‘breath solos’. CLOUDS OF DUST is a skeletal Krautrock fragment and THERE ONLY IS a luminous psych-pop single. Final track APPLES ends the album with a sinewy twelve bar blues and a killer psych guitar break. Bliss.
Somehow the MAD WALLS manage woozily florid and sharp as a blade. Studiedly detailed but effortless. Whip smart and dumb. And as we said at the start - just gorgeous…
