Chicos de Nazca are the sound of psychedelic Chile, and Fire Ride puts them right up there with the world’s best spaced-out riff merchants. The players behind the band were formerly involved in Cindy Sisters, but this is all the better. The album is released on HoZac, in a limited edition of 300 LP copies.
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7/10 Robin Staff review, 25 February 2016
‘Fire Ride’ is four years old, which exempts it from jokes about the psych rock renaissance: back then, vaguely garage aesthetics, a stubborn amount of fuzz and spirit-combusting riffs probably seemed like a hot prospect. Regardless, Chicos de Nazca don’t have much of psych rock’s new, neverending era about them: they solo, sure, but between snarling vox and the kind of endless distortion that wants to be pop music. I always like to imagine the Brian Jonestown Massacre secretly just wanting to shoegaze their way to Oasis, and ‘Fire Ride’ has the same feeling: these are songs trashed in psych.
‘Fire Ride’ is all about jump-off points: those sunglassed vocals smugly worm their way through songs, but they always pivot into something or another: a solo, a bout of fuzz or just a lazed, half-awake drumbeat. There’s something charming in the way “Fire Ride” meanders; it doesn’t feel like a jam session, because it’s too performative, but it does retain a totally relaxed posture -- their shoulders are totally loose and their hearts are very chill. “In My Wasted Time” sounds like their impression of a psych-tinged Eagles tribute band, fading indifferently through its hooking chords; “Sweet Pill” wails with all the determination of an old school psych freakout, but it’s slacker as fuck once you strip away the texture. Sometimes I say this dismissively, but to their advantage, I’m glad Chicos de Nazca are having fun. I dig the bass on "Depth of the Ocean" and today is fine.
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