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1 review »This is very cool. Here we’ve got an LP of upbeat psych jamming from Californian freak quintet Lumerians, which seems to be split into two distinct sides according to the press release. Side A contains “fragments of raw stellar ore. Unnamed and unclassified, delivered with a thin protective lubricant to prevent violent combustion in the Earth's oxygen rich atmosphere”, while ... »

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Transmissions From Telos: Vol IV by Lumerians
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9/10 Mike Staff review, 25 July 2012

This is very cool. Here we’ve got an LP of upbeat psych jamming from Californian freak quintet Lumerians, which seems to be split into two distinct sides according to the press release. Side A contains “fragments of raw stellar ore. Unnamed and unclassified, delivered with a thin protective lubricant to prevent violent combustion in the Earth's oxygen rich atmosphere”, while on the flip we’ve got “a trans-dimensional demon love child, imploding with raging love, but too grotesque to live in this world. Left anonymous lest the utterance of his name bring doom to us all”. Wild, huh?

Anyway, what that means for us listeners is that on the first side there’s a Can-ish repeato rhythm section backed by swirling organ and wah guitar for a spacious chunter through a summery psych hinterland populated by library synth tones and tribal, clattery kraut hypno-grooves. It’s totally bongy and I like it a lot, although I do wish I had a cheeky little pipe to smoke while I listened to it rather than being sat here stone cold sober in our brightly lit office.

Flip it and things get bongier still with a monolithic bit of echoey cosmic synth frippery slicing out huge great yawning voids in your headspace. It’s fully astral, with only the slightest hints of melody to cling onto as they dive headlong into a psychedelic otherworld, eventually joined by distant drum grooves and wailing guitars which drift in and out disconcertingly over metallic grating drones before the rhythm section really starts getting its groove on. Once they do it’s reminiscent of Can once again, but after a while of that the grooves get overtaken by dark ambient static rumbles, which ease down to hisses and whooshes accompanied by metronomic two-note bass, which gradually gets enveloped by slowly developing Moondog-esque polyrhythms to finish. Impressive drug jams throughout.


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