Articles by Martyn Coppack
It sounds unlike anything else out there at the moment, and with the added colours of sax and pedal steel, only All Them Witches may lay claim to being a close companion in weird gothic countrified, free form jazz psych.
Resident Psychonaut and Deadhead Martyn Coppack asks the questions. Garcia Peoples’ Andy Cush, Derek Spaldo, and Danny Arakaki answer the call.
Less a bunch of songs, and more of a mood piece, the mood they strike is one of intense psychedelic heaviness.
Garcia Peoples may wear their influences on their sleeves, but over three albums they have evolved into one of the most exciting bands on this planet.
In the main the album works well, and long time followers of Julie’s Haircut will no doubt lap it up. When it’s good, it is the sound of your heart racing and the adrenaline pumping, during its slow moments you do find your interest waning
That he has turned Let It Burn into a celebration of rock and roll too, speaks volumes for the continued embrace of the kind of music you used to find in your parents record collection
This is music which could go on forever, as the guitar spools out its tricks and the storytelling lyrics pull you into a world of good times, bad times, and all other times.
Hopefully more of this type of thing will continue to surface as it joins some rather important dots between the early psych freak-outs and the new psych movement.
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.