After morning check-in, he called Jesse’s parents on the pay phone in the community room. The Trilofon was helping, making him feel more grounded, more real.
Every song seems to burst with wall-of-guitars, yet the lo-fi (roughly recorded and sung with wild abandon) vocal melodies beneath make it all seem accessible.
The music alone makes this big sucka worth it though, a bunch of rare albums presented in quite good remaster quality. And the man’s voice… Geez, it rules.
This isn’t the kind of collection that will make your brain bulge at every chord change. It has its dirges, digressions and self-indulgent moments and minutes.
Unlike shoegazer bands that use walls of distortion to enunciate visceral dreaminess, this band’s bopping beats and quiet arpeggios evoke the same experience.