Spectral Laundromat is the second release from Shooting Guns and might even be heavier and rawer than their debut Born To Deal In Magic: 1952 - 1976 (but it’s a tight competition). Their long, slow riffing and amplifier worship borrows from doom metal and drone in equal measure. Repressed by Captcha Records and Cardinal Fuzz.
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PSA: I just cleared my ears out between reviewing psych rock albums by listening to select cuts from Willie Nelson’s ‘Good Times’, which is something I would never usually do. Suffice to say that warmth has left me ready to die by ice, and so I’m now on Shooting Guns’ cold garage fuzz jams. These people, they are in a garage; someone brought their recording equipment but stuffed it into an empty packet of crisps. The whole thing feels very What Are You Doing After School Do You Want To Fucking Jam, Pal, if you ask me: guitars fuzzing and freefalling with as much cool-guy extremity as possible, and the drums, kinda far off in the mix, chock full of eager fills.
This is nice stuff, but thanks to it’s production it loses the biggest thing it had going for it -- its psychedelic dreaminess. It’s hard to get lost in this heavy-ass sound when you’re experiencing it the way a parent would from behind closed garage doors. Thankfully the long jam “Flaire” is traded out for “Trans Night”, whose ambient sheen is more tangible and involving for the listener, bringing them at least a little closer, or helping them envision this garage rehearsal as it would sound if its respective suburb was floating in space. “Deepest Purple” is a screeching psych jam bursting through the gates on an overpowering bout of feedback, but its myriad fills and backwards guitar noodling makes it sound kinda cosy, like the noisier crunch of Yo La Tengo on “Ohm” -- though it eventually goes back to the sound of “Flaire” in sounding like a distand and disengaged jam. Can I come in please?
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