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White Hills. I'm not allowed to mention these in front of Fackin' Keeler, one of our fave reps. He thinks they've just surfed the wave of psych-rock fashiondom on the tails of the apparently infinitely superior Heads, who funnily enough, everyone laughed at in the 90s for looking like Mudhoney crawling out of a fish 'n' chip shop wheelie bin and playing old Hawkwind riffs. Or summat. I think he's ...

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Stolen Stars Left For No One by White Hills
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9/10 Brian Staff review, 30 September 2010

White Hills. I'm not allowed to mention these in front of Fackin' Keeler, one of our fave reps. He thinks they've just surfed the wave of psych-rock fashiondom on the tails of the apparently infinitely superior Heads, who funnily enough, everyone laughed at in the 90s for looking like Mudhoney crawling out of a fish 'n' chip shop wheelie bin and playing old Hawkwind riffs. Or summat. I think he's saying they ain't paid their dues. I'm not getting involved in this trans-Atlantic seething match as I think they're both proper rockin' and I own records by the two parties involved. I might have to add this one too, an all-too-brief collection of "lost in time" studio rarities. Side one is a mad, brooding trippy relentless epic, dripping with stoned abandon and featuring a preposterously indulgent caterwauling guitar solo. It bloody rules! On Side two the tracks err more on the cosmic space rock side of things. The din is more cerebral than physical, the production is beautifully murky yet shimmers with life at the same time. I don't know why but there's something in the muffled bass strides, fluttering cymbals, the undulating wall of fuzz & the lilting threads of star-gazing synths that really fucking moves me. Man. Get this or you're a no-friends dirty Joe and your uncle smells of dead cat's bobbys.


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