Subway’s album ii is the definitive soundtrack for that epic summer which knocks at our door, luminescent sounds squeezed from the chlorophyll pumped leaves of centenary trees which feed on the rays of a sun which smiles benevolent from its fiery & pock marked face, that vibe of absolute and astounding wonder which is so difficult to find anywhere graces the beginning of each single song in ii like white doves of pure synthetic glory taking flight over the pumping pistons of Kraftwerk’s perpetual motion machine, or perhaps Dr. Manhattan’s Martian Acid House Palace, this is a gift from an utopia of silver marvels and ravishing tonal sirens, enjoy every second of it because it’s a thing of absolute Amaze. With those majestic crescendos it should go down a treat dans le club too.

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In their S/T album, Ducktails rock the positive drone surf geometrical wave under Jesus’ approving gaze, terse sheets of tye died sounds left to dry in the smooth sands of a beach obvious metaphor for the snake biting its own tails of spiritual well-being, the eternal cycle of life and all that shit,  after a hunt across coralline formations of ultravivid colour where we find our true selves and acknowledge them wise and content, slow-mo grinding down the perfect spirals of an altitude map of Emerson Lake and Palmer’s glossy manes, this is enlightened dead head dub for the gentle kids to strum to, check out how we roll dum-durum-dum-dum.

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