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Even the press release says how lame the name Lay Llamas is so we’ve got free reign for ridicule here. The tunes soon stop any sniggering. I’m immediately reminded of Goat by the very percussive tunes and the circular, tribal patterns. But Lay Llamas are more Kraut than tribal and have bubbling synths and effects which create mysterious, building soundtracks to strange planets and even stranger creatures. A fuzzy analogue adventure for ya ears.


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The Lay Llamas by Lay Llamas
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7/10 Robin Staff review, 31 May 2016

A new Lay Llamas record, you say? It could only be an old Lay Llamas record! Remastered from the very first cassette they ever made, this self-titled tongue-twister gives us an early glimpse at the band’s crooked psychedelic endeavours, the group churning their way through the galaxy with droning rock jams worthy of Hypnotoad. “African Spacecraft” shows the band’s love of effects and trinkets, letting the rhythm die like old habits (hard!) as vocal supplements, fret maneuvers and additive electronics flow in and out of current.

Lay Llamas prioritise atmosphere, meeting zero expected psychedelic requirements: that first track feels like it’s on the way to distorted ascension, but it stays at the same tempo and volume throughout, keeping itself quiet and curly. “Space Jungle Mantra” uses acoustic percussion alongside flittering recordings and electronics for a set piece that feels like it’s traipsing through a forest in outerspace. “Voice of the Big Snake” has an acoustic backbone that lets warped instrumentation meander its way out of a humid day.

It’s all rather lazy, the band committed to nothing but keeping the campfire constant. You’ll get some righteous distortion if you follow through to the earth-scorched “Rite of Passage”, but for now, just take it easy, pal.


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