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This lavish release from Californian duo Rare Form features seven lengthy pieces that draw from drone, post-rock, noise music and witchy ambience. The alternation between wall-of-sound screeching and amber-suspended synths is particularly striking on twenty-minute centrepiece ‘The Road To Awe’. Both of the vinyl are different colours, and the drop also includes a lyric sheet, additional artwork and liner notes.

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  • WTAR 001 / Coloured vinyl 2LP on Wishful Thinking Recordings. Includes one pink record and one translucent vinyl record + insert

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Six Months in Hiding by Rare Form
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8/10 Robin Staff review, 14 March 2018

Lush and slush, this evil record from some version of hell will swallow you up like an avalanche and I doubt very much you’ll live the tale. Packed with heaving slowburner chord changes, scattered feedback, tangled whispers, haughty synths and emo melodies, Rare Form are on a mission to overdrive themselves out of existence, creating one of the loudest, if not loveliest, records I’ve heard this year.

I mean “You’re Safe Here”, for real, is horrifying. It is what the word behemoth was made for -- a long, ambient passage that builds into a broken pop song of a harsh noise wall, before dovetailing into a vampiric metal riff and as much noise as Skullflower can muster on a good day. The record traverses the transcendent and the dour like they’re the same thing, offering prog hauntology alongside slowcore devastation -- that’s “The Train to Marathon”, which has a soul and sucks yours out too.

I believe the word I am looking for, in this music review of a spooky album, is “haunting”. ‘Six Months In Hiding’ is a record laying low in the shadows; a record tearing its own hair out; a record lighting candles and then throwing them to the ground to see them burn. It’s loud and weird and devouring like all good harsh chamber music should be.



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