The second release in August from this label comes from Glasgow's very own Tomorrow Syndicate called Future Tense. They are robots from the future so you can expect sci-fi sounds, space-tronica, lots of vintage synths and every drum beat taken from the Neu book of repetition. This record is available on vinyl LP and this specific version, in a reverse board sleeve, is limited to 300 copies. Released on Polytechnic Youth.
Staff note from Clinton:
Oh come on.....please can we have *some* originality when it comes to kosmische psych? this ticks all the relevant boxes though for anyone into the in vogue space/kraut but is more replication rather than innovation. Eventually some good songwriting lurks beneath the one finger synth solos and Neu drum patterns For fans of the Earlies, Jane Weaver.
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Polytechnic Youth serve up the psych pop because if they didn’t, who would, right? Whom will take the call of heroism? On their latest micro-smash, they introduce Glasgow’s Tomorrow Syndicate, a band lost in time, space, and indeed, Europe: the hallmarks of this record are old school German rock bands with dinky keyboards and uncompromising beats, the kind who created their drama in subtle patches rather than in dynamic range.
Bless them, it’s low-key. They push small moments of melodic triumph through very steadfast rhythmic ideas, the whole thing sounding kinda deliberately tinny so that us mere mortals can enjoy a palatable version of the cosmos. Tunes like “Altered State” and “Dreamscape” have the easy, breezy guitar throughlines of bands like Broadcast, and even the catchier bands that streamlined them, like Deerhunter -- ultimately though, they belong to an older time, the cheesy synths and lyrical sci-fi pulp combining to create something decidedly vintage.
There’s something to be said for this record staying in its gear: marked by a quietness and a homogeneity (you’ll hear those chords strummed the same way a few good times), the record becomes a lounger’s krautrock record, one that takes you on a journey, but only around your living room. Give or take a few corny lyrics about the multiverse, it’s a record with nabbing, because they’re keen to send a simple, subtle hook your way -- tracks like “Into the Void” are pure space rock balm. As far as I'm concerned, that's the place.
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