Articles by Martyn Coppack
Hell, fuck it, this is the best damn album they have ever done, and a shoo-in for best psych album of the year, surely. We’ll see, but it’ll take some beating.
Infinity Forms are quite simply one of the most exciting bands to emerge from this country for a while, and included in that is all their ramshackle charm
So heavy noise, wild guitar, trippy listening, and the feeling that your head has been through some sort of reconstruction. To put it plainly, this is music for head, by heads who probably should know best.
A mindfuck of an album, which also allows for a complete reassessment of all the music that Laird and Blacow have created before.
This book will tell you one side of the Hey Colossus story, but really it’s not just about HC but about music in general too. Joe is a lively narrator, and casts a world wearied view over the music industry in general.
Reflecting the dichotomy of nature and urban expansion that is America, you get a sense of constant fluctuation and change, but with it, a very symbiotic dance of life.
It may not be as immediate as their last release, and its length may put some people off, but for those prepared to give up a couple of hours to it, they will find a remarkable piece of work.
They have created an album of singular momentum and creativity, and can rest well knowing they have further stoked the fires of interest within the realms of underground music.
Where there would have been the usual riffs is now a more exploratory tone which seeks out those inner depths within space. Rather than exploding outwards, they gravitate inwards.
There’s a strong sense that RMFTM are only just getting started with their explorations into noise, and they leave you with an anticipation, teased out by the moments when the drone threaten to break out into something much less abstract.
There are few bands who offer such trippy experiences as Dire Wolves, and with Grow Towards The Light they imbue it with a natural spiritualism which underlines the music.
This is his most personal album since Tunnel Of Love, only this time, instead of relationships falling apart, he is exploring those relationships that stay together through thick and thin
Album reviews…you never have enough time in the world for them do you? The sheer velocity in which new releases hit your inbox everyday simply leaves you swimming in a sea of sound, grabbing and hoping that your chosen victim will be the one that lights up your world. Unfortunately some get missed along the way, but fear not, here at Echoes & Dust we do try to fit in as much as possible.Which leads us to our inaugural column for the psychedelic genre.
Due to the drawn out experimentations, this album may be more for the hardened Chris Forsyth fan, although for the brave new listener it does offer a unique starting point.
As any self-respecting psych fan will tell you, it is often not just about the music but also about the record labels themselves and you wont go too far into the world of psych before encountering Cardinal Fuzz. Known as The Cardinal, Dave Cambridge has been busy tripping out psych heads minds for years now with a catalogue of releases which simply defy any categorisation other than they are guaranteed to blow you mind. Martyn Coppack caught up with the man himself to talk all things psych.
Unlikely to change the way you think about music, that’s not really the point though. If you want a good time and relive some of the 70’s excitement then Crypt Trip are the band for you.
Garcia Peoples are an absolute breath of fresh hair in today’s psych scene and Natural Facts is proof that they were no one album wonders
So what is a difficult listen, can actually be at times, a true cathartic experience, and if you have the time on your hands to let these sounds wash over you, you may feel all the better for it.
Judging by current form Motorpsycho may very well hold the claim for being one of the greatest bands currently plying their trade. A sprawling back catalogue may put some listeners off, but if ever their was a place to start it could very well be The Crucible.
Making no reparations to an easy listen, it is an album which needs to be taken in as one piece. Either in your head-space through headphones, or roaring out of your speakers, each listen will conjure up a different experience from the one before
Khana Bierbood have done more than enough to prove themselves worthy of that wonderful seam of music travelling from the Far East and we wait in anticipation for further jangles from the outer zone.