300mics re-press the debut of psychedelic rockers White Hills. No Game To Play is an essential introduction to the hypnotic and transcendental hard rock they have pioneered since the early 2000s. Their rough and repetitive sound is equal parts NYC scuzz and krautrock minimalism. Limited to 1000 copies; 200 in milky clear and blood red wax (which are sold out at source) and 800 in black.
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Limited BLACK VINYL LP on 300mics in custom tri-fold sleeve. Edition of 1000 copies. Includes 2 unreleased tracks from the same era.
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I’m sure this will be flying off the shelves with the same slow-mo enthusiasm that exists in the carousel scene of Logan’s Run, because you know: psych rock. This hard classic of honest-to-god guitar licks and far-out, faraway singsong comes from White Hills, who’ve been going since the eve of the millennium (it doesn’t sound that long ago, but the 2000s are in the rear view now). This outfit have long been exceptional at creating gliding distorted atmospheres and then laying down the steadiest of grooves, and ‘No Game To Play’ sees them properly cruising through their minimal, hands-off psychedelia.
It wails. This record’s screeching, crumpled guitars are as good as they’re gonna get, echoing the compressed fuzz of Les Razilles Denudes in their ability to make everything sound busy and chaotic underneath unmoveable basslines. White Hills are never tempted away from their hard rock schematics, and so the music becomes properly hypnotising: the rhythm section guide you almost mindlessly through whatever comes their way, be it these collapsed guitar jams or enduring and shining synthwork. On the record’s B-side, they invoke an ever-cascading riff that sounds like a perfect dctionary definition of psych: it’s one riff that sounds like a hundred, stitched together in an endless loop.
Moments of thoughtful, kosmische-tweaked ambience occasionally break up proceedings, and the band are versatile with their material: acoustic guitars fumble into view alongside spacey electronics, building up to the record’s grand finale of rocket-launched button-mashing. ‘No Game To Play’ remains a treat for those who want to zone out and then tell their friends all about it.
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