More shoegaze today, my brothers and sisters. This stuff is a little less Brontesque - did you see the last sequence of "A Certain Ratio" yesterday where the guy is sitting on a stoop looking like he's on a bad trip and the camera moves back to reveal this big, old manse alone on a hill? Darker My Love is little more about the meat and potatoes. Wikipedia compares them to Can and My Bloody Valentine, both of whom I've been listening to lately. I guess I'd say they are more like post-psych, as in psychedelic. Or maybe post, post-psych. Whatever. They remind me of Brian Jonestown Massacre.
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