Mind: Edge of the Planet
Title: Edge of the Planet
Artist: Mind
Label: Drunken Sailor Recs
Product Type: VINYL LP
UPC: 5055869594097
Genre: Rock
Let's take a journey into the world of The Mind. You'd probably classify this as "post-punk", if only because that's the only bracket into which they (very loosely) fit. Basslines pulse robotically while guitars splutter discordantly across sheets of static and electronic drums; like dub music shorn of it's Caribbean groove and reinvented by retro-futuristic robots, hellbent on kicking out some brain-busting skronk while they wait for Skynet to take over. Opener "Blah Bla Nothin" weighs in like Pere Ubu staring at the chasm between Dub Housing (1978) and Lady From Shanghai (2013) before drowning in hiss, and "Enjoy Your Fantasy" is the soundtrack to This Mortal Coil's nightmares, powered by the distant sound of rolling drums and a fuzzy tension that bristles the hairs on the back of your neck while leaving you thoroughly unsettled. Elsewhere, studio trickery and a dystopian sci-fi gloom hang over the whole thing like dust on a lampshade - basically it's all over the place. They're as idiosyncratic and thoroughly in tune with their own voice as the early days of Throwing Muses; throwing their glorious chaos at the wall and allowing it's own order to settle.
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Artist: Mind
Label: Drunken Sailor Recs
Product Type: VINYL LP
UPC: 5055869594097
Genre: Rock
Let's take a journey into the world of The Mind. You'd probably classify this as "post-punk", if only because that's the only bracket into which they (very loosely) fit. Basslines pulse robotically while guitars splutter discordantly across sheets of static and electronic drums; like dub music shorn of it's Caribbean groove and reinvented by retro-futuristic robots, hellbent on kicking out some brain-busting skronk while they wait for Skynet to take over. Opener "Blah Bla Nothin" weighs in like Pere Ubu staring at the chasm between Dub Housing (1978) and Lady From Shanghai (2013) before drowning in hiss, and "Enjoy Your Fantasy" is the soundtrack to This Mortal Coil's nightmares, powered by the distant sound of rolling drums and a fuzzy tension that bristles the hairs on the back of your neck while leaving you thoroughly unsettled. Elsewhere, studio trickery and a dystopian sci-fi gloom hang over the whole thing like dust on a lampshade - basically it's all over the place. They're as idiosyncratic and thoroughly in tune with their own voice as the early days of Throwing Muses; throwing their glorious chaos at the wall and allowing it's own order to settle.
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