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Their name must be hip, because it’s ironic: Dust from a 1000 Years doesn’t sound old at all, but rather fresh. Which is really just a crazy coincidence because it’s not a Bad History Month at all, seeing as it brought us this swell split EP! Which, I might add, is limited to 308 (curious number right) copies in colors and everything!


LP £16.99 £10.19

Ltd split LP on Limited Appeal. Edition of 308 copies in screen-printed sleeve.

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Famous Cigarettes by Bad History Month / Dust From 1000 Years
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8/10 Robin Staff review, 13 February 2015

Two sad slabs of music come sprawling out of this 12” split, which has been generously titled ‘Famously Cigarettes’ -- if I may ask, when do cigs ever hit the big time? They’re all one of twenty (contingent on how heavy their smoker is), and you can’t make it to Hollywood in packs. Regardless, the gloomily melodic pop of Bad History Month gets some empathy from recording project Dust of 1000 Years, and it’s time to run down both sides of music like one long inhale.

It’s a wonderful thing that Dust of 1000 Years have been given a bit of time to shine. Their brand of slowcore is both rock steady and unbelievably depressing, which is exactly what motivates these songs; with an acoustic guitar and the occasional grunged electric, they spend time (lots of time, all the time) reflecting on bullshit. It goes from one slow extreme to the next, taking on the soft but chilling tones of Low before settling into a bumpy ride of Shellac proportions. Turn the knife slowly: dust of 1000 Years’ side has enough sweet melodies and twang to announce a new songwriter to cherish.

Bad History Month’s Jeff Meff is in a very strange mood on his side of proceedings, crumpling distortion into a ball and bending melodies into uneven shapes, much in the way the equally lo-fi Phil Elverum has done for so long with Mount Eerie. There are hints of Slint, too, with guitars that grimace from afar before drums pummel through the fog. It’s some of Meff’s most urgent and disparate music, focusing on blending broad, haunting atmospheres with flecks of more traditional indie rock -- the way “Staring At My Hands” is arranged is something to marvel at, diving from crashing cymbals into moments that recall Built To Spill before building the rumbling noise again. Meff conjures, the Dust of 1000 Years wallow, and it all sounds good -- I hope they feel better, though.



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