Back to normal real soon, word.

Masters of kosmische doof Growing take us, in ‘All the Way’, surfing on the tail of a mystery comet which upon being detected by those massive radars trained upon the starry night, finds itself represented in glimmering waves of cubic sound, if Fuck Buttons blew a hole in the sky with their colossal onslaught, it is Growing that came from inside it, spreading all over our space like a rainbow gradient of alien love. There is a constellation in the shape of a Big Ship above you, and this is the music of its distant and beautiful glimmer.

Growing- Innit

Fucked Up’s new album, ‘The Chemistry of Common Life’ is claustrophobic like being buried alive as a sacrifice to the gods of thunder, and exhilarating like clawing out from that grave into woods bristling with life reincarnated into something akin to a god yourself, there must be some sort of chemical transformation occurring as the body returns from the grounds where it went to rest, and we couldn’t think of a better music to soundtrack it than their collision of spaced out stoner power, higher state metronomic Boredoms style transitions and damaged psyche folk ululations.

Fucked_Up-Royal Swan

This is the equivalent of a phantom deer jumping over the headlights of your car in a lonesome road, crashing through the wind shield and out through the back window like a nocturnal dream of righteous violence.

Now, things:

When in Berlin tonight, go and say hi to our main man G£nuin£ Guy. He rocks the party to standards unknown.

When in London on Friday come to Pacific Hotel, one of the 20JFG will be getting down with the winners, it’s going to be a total ball.