WOODEN SHJIPS - VOL.2 (SICK THIRST)

this was for >>ootline<<

The first track is called ‘Loose Lips’. HAHA. Ok, now that’s done, I can get on with the substance...

Vol. 2 starts, and I’m drunk and high and hot from the psychedelic drone of it already. The fuzzy clipping guitars lay out this thick bedspread of noise that I happily jump into and keep falling and falling through, with sparse talking vocals convincing me that I am actually dreaming.

There’s reverb and there’s organ and there’s solos and there’s tripping repetition, but somehow it’s not cheesy. With this style of 60s branded rock, it’s so easy to get it wrong, and it’s so often that I hear fake wannabe Jim Morrison’s and self-indulgent finger twiddling, but with these bunch, you can just tell it’s real. If The Brian Jonestown Massacre were more focused, intense, rock heavy, and into Thirteenth Floor Elevators, then they would be near Wooden Shjips. Admittedly, when I usually hear the faintest hint of a wah-wah, my ears involuntarily close, but this useage is, dare I say, exciting!

Wooden Shjips just bring so much to the table; muffled garage rock, sundried organ psych, emphatic tremolo-punk, as well as those totally way out cosmic jam moments, all magnetising uncontrollably into this whirl of enjoyable pomp. And having been asked to play the Pavement curated ATP in May, what more recommendation do you need!?

7/10