Psychic Ills slips a bit further from songcraft, a bit deeper into shadowy ethno-drones in this, their second proper full-length, splicing the tribal sounds of caravan percussion to space-age guitar effects and synthesizer sounds. Though usually compared to interstellar overdrivers like Spaceman 3, here the band sounds more like NNCK, improvisatory, foreboding and tethered loosely to Middle Eastern and African rhythms.
Nearly everyone from 2006’s Dins has returned – old hands Tres Warren and Liz Hart and later recruit Brian Tamborello – but there’s a new element with the addition of Jimy SeiTang. SeiTang brings in many of Mirror Eye’s freakier elements, synthesizers that sound like aircraft and ritual chant, interplanetary navigation systems and shepherd’s horns. The long opening cut, “Mantis,” for instance, somehow invokes the glottal weirdness of Tuvan throat-singing, its vibrating haze of synthesizer, coalescing in a tone that sounds like the song a chromium machine might sing if it were learning transcendental meditation. Later, “The Way Of” sways and jounces like a desert trader on camelback, its primitive rhythms joined to serpentine Middle Eastern guitar. The synthesizer in this piece sounds like either an aerial sonar device or a goat bleating, depending on how you come to it. It is perfectly ambiguous, either older than time or as new as tomorrow’s technology, but either way, fitting seamlessly into a groove. Dusted reviews
Mirror Eye - 2009
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