America's most stretched out jam band are back with another set of space rock drone anthems that are totally unafraid in 2018 to contain lashings of flute. Tune in, drop out and chop up as the grizzled rockers lead you towards a sort of drone rock nirvana where everything is waaay psychedelic and ever so wobbly.
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It’s truly a crime that I’m not allowed to just take pre-existing reviews for psych rock records, slightly rearrange certain grammatical structures and then post them anew when that’s literally the musical ideology of half of the bands within the genre. Bardo Pond call this record ‘Volume 8’, but in reality they’ve released trillions of these drone-chomping, distortion-wielding, flute-adjacent jam albums -- this is but one series from the factory floor of their wah freakery.
Of course, they’re good at it, so I’m not allowed to be salty. Occasionally feigning a melodic spirit amongst endlessly gulping guitar solos and slowly pulverising drums, they continue to offer their strangely pastoral take on a very tired and true sound. The flutes add an odd lightness to an otherwise very much heaved performance -- like the moment you realise Jethro Tull are kinda a joke, or when you roll your eyes at Neil Young trying to be sick and shredding, Bardo Pond wink at you with their folkiness. Between endless guitar solos. They never end. The album is forty minutes long but it will last you eternity.
Those who love Bardo Pond will, of course, love this record. And who among us doesn’t enjoy the soft, acoustic song that these bands throw out halfway through a sonorous noise seminar? “Power Children” is so lush and nice; sometimes they really bring the sun out to shine.
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