The Lucid Dream release the first material from an in-development third album. Bad Texan showcases the band’s snotty psychedelic swagger and even manages to incorporate some lovely kosmische synths as well. This new material balances the band’s love of heavy krautrock grooves and noisy songwriting.
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- Bad Texan by The Lucid Dream
7/10 Robin Staff review, 16 March 2016
Last night I dreamed of a house made of water slides and I never wanted it to end; in the cold light of morning I’m listening to a psych rock record with nary a coffee in sight. The Lucid Dream are on Norman Records’ retainer, in that their rather warming and propulsive take on their genre’s tactics appeases many of you -- plus, they’re prolific enough, moving to the same workmanlike deadlines as many of their contemporaries. So all is well -- all I’m saying is I just typed “lucd draeme” into our website’s search bar. Don’t expect a miracle from this review.
“Bad Texan” is kind of like Deerhunter’s “Nothing Ever Happened” in reverse: you get a long, melodically on-the-button sprawl to begin with, and when time is up the band reverse-engineer a song into proceedings. To be honest, it’s the first three quarters of the song I care for the most: the spectral wah guitar is distorted, but undeniably soft, like snow lightly falling and occasionally getting a little too frequent on your coat. A dominating riff has gentle spells through the song but takes its leave rather modestly, and when the vocals come in, they feel too stirring: you’re dozy, but your pal just told you to go to bed for real. Come on, dude: luckily those lil’ washes of fuzz and eventual breakdown into noise are enough to give this outro a bit of well deserved fire.
I can’t say I dig “Morning Breeze” as much: a noisy atmosphere piece with all the motivation of Dead Meadow in a Peel Session, it never really gets going -- rather, it slowly peels away its abrasive shell for a more clear-minded, open-ended guitar jam that eventually hammers away at the tempo 'til the wall falls down. It’s a fitting B-side, when you consider that back in my day (edit: back in Clint’s day), the B-side is where you’d go for unmatched ideas and halfway happenings.
All good, all good. There’s also some dubbed attempts on their psych, on this here flipside -- cool, but let’s just listen to “Bad Texan” over and over.
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