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When Londons Teeth Of The Sea set about recording their fifth album, there seemed to be more than just the familiar spectres of the bands collective and overactive imagination at their disposal the unruly morass of 80s horror and sci-fi movies, industrial ballast, 2000AD terror, 70s-damaged experimental brinksmanship and atmospheric grandeur that theyd somehow conspire to sculpt into coherent structures instead, these ghostly interruptions or wraiths were of a distinctly otherworldly nature. In Soup Studios, located in the liminal zone of East India Dock on the Thames under the auspices of Giles Barrett, all such influences contributed to form a collection of tracks that represented a fearsome and transporting marriage of the ferocious and the melancholic.
Alchemised trash, kitchen-sink surrealism, out-of-order intensity and ritualistic overtones collides and colluded into a monstrous hybrid this was a world where Tetsuo-The Iron Man would happily share space with Judee Sill, and where the acid guitars of Helios Creed would happily conspire with the Acid Rock of Rhythm Device. Meanwhile, Erol Alkan helped sculpt a mixture of mariachi elegy and electro euphoria at his Phantasy Sound studios, whilst Valentina Magaletti (Tomaga/Raime), Chloe Herington (Knifeworld/Valve) and Katharine Gifford (Snowpony/ Stereolab) also willingly entered the fray to assist this unholy assemblage of inspiration, irreverence and otherworldly infiltration. Who knows where these voices and visions arrived from, yet we can only hope the resulting sounds help them gain safe passage into the beyond. Ladies and gentlemen, pray silence for the Wraith.
TOTS are merely vessels for a force operating somewhere beyond our comprehension of what can, and does, qualify as pop music
Clash
Space-disco juggernaut tunes into the transcendental infinitea glitter ball in one eye, the other on the cosmos
Mojo
A record of real and rare magnificence
Drowned In Sound
Imaginary dystopian sci-fi disaster flick, with battered beasts gliding over a demolished landscape of deserted cities trapped in perpetual night
Line of Best Fit
Every track here is distinctive; a cinematic, mind-scramblingly complex yet cohesive mini-epic
Record Collector
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