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Teeth of the Sea are back with album number three, ‘Master’, as they further refine their spaghetti western space rock into new cosmic forms, with lots of krautrock repetition and lashings of synths which bring to mind the likes of Eat Lights Become Lights, the guitars are often distorted into a plasticky futuristic squeal, particularly effective on ‘Responder’ with vocodered vocals lending it an almost electro feel but offset by those heavy live drums and honking brass locked into spiralling, endless grooves.
Elsewhere when they take it down a bit it’s all gracefully pulsing synths and simple, warm melodies, spooky celestial drones and submerged pianos, thoughtful psychedelic ambience with playful synths and a cheeky sense of drama as displayed in two-parter ‘Siren Spectre’ when they burst from a quiet but absorbing synthetic soundworld into a horrible crunching doom riff which lurches queasily with mud-spattered distortion, only to drop you stranded in deep space with somnolent whooshes and distant, echoing trumpets.
It’s this dynamic audacity - playing with your expectations, lulling you into a false sense of security with their cosmic synths rather than just aping the steadily mounting post-rock churn of the usual loud/quiet/loud brigade - which makes them stick out as an interesting proposition among all the numerous kraut-psych bands doing the rounds nowadays. They’ve got a cinematic, often soothing sound which can burst into gaping chasms of swirling psychedelia without breaking step. It’s an engaging and dramatic listen, best experienced loud and high.
9/10 Hudson Customer review, 23rd July 2015
When I was a boy I used to draw alien spacecraft - badly - in the style of space illustration journals, ignoring the fact that the colours and Buck Rogers curved aesthetics were indeed a bit naff. It does not come as a surprise that other boys elsewhere were similarly engrossed by these illustrations. Teeth of the Sea were clearly keen on these images of alien cultures, but chose to alternate - while drawing their heavily armed battle schooners - between listening to Hawkwind, Yes and Einsturzende Neubauten. And while the math-rock prog-rock aesthetic is a wee bit boyish in the most poetically nerdy of ways can be a thing of great beauty, this is an album that girls can dance to too. The album opens with the manipulated awakening of a Horrid Red cyborg silently threatening to disturb your children's sleep, then moves into an array of beats, that remind one of Nissenenmondai, and lo-fi dirges that sound like a Boduf Song outtake. Rats crawl everywhere amongst the wires, reminding us that the sterility is always superficial.
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