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The Fuzz Club label repress The Myrrors raw debut, Burning Circles In The Sky. The group make a powerful, and often bleak, drone rock built from repetitive guitar and harsh organ. Tom Hayes’ mantra-like vocals turn the songs into dark folk that recalls Comus at their most psychedelic and burnt out.

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Burning Circles In The Sky by The Myrrors 2 reviews. Add your own review. 8/10
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8/10 Staff review, 23 March 2016

Why lie: I actually like the Myrrors. I shouldn’t, because they just make the same exact sheepishly hypnotic brand of psych rock everyone else does, but… they jangle, man. I’m pretty sure one of them owns their own tambourine -- no renting or anything. ‘Burning Circles In The Sky’ is proof enough of their high spirits: initially released in the medieval year of 2008, back when we merely dreamed of the flying cars we now drive, this record sees the Myrrors really fucking excited to be the Myrrors. They move with such enthusiasm that the thing only lasts forty minutes: on their very first track, they drive in with propulsive strums and excited vocals, and though they continue with their best attempt at a hard slow stoner jam, all they do is cruise. “Plateau Skull” is sounds full of bounce -- here, the band were proud of their ideas, which at this point were only setting things in place for the over-saturation of pych rock.

Moody to the last, the Myrrors here pre-approved themselves as heroes of the psych ballad. This record’s title track, which sees a distant vocal hum intersecting with shaken percussion and strums that only occasionally garner accentuated melodies -- the hook is so slight, but it’s present, making this track tangible like no other piece of hypnotic fuzz clubbery. The drums seem to melt at room temperature on the record’s opener and stay the same from thereon in: close and acoustic in production, they move from the acoustic skeleton of that track into the ecstatic amped riffs of “Warpainting”. It lends the record a calmed atmosphere while letting it continue like one long, lazy piece of music.

I genuinely dig it, so go and get yourself an A-, Myrrors.

8/10 Customer rating (no review), 29th April 2016



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