A Place To Bury Strangers' aesthetic is in no way new, a lineage straight and true like a needle through the arm of the Velvet Underground, the aforementioned Mary Chain, Spacemen fucking 3, the Cramps, My Bloody Valentine, pil, Beat Happening, and more more more wide-eyed loners with bloody hands - but their execution,that's where the magic lies.
The textures and sonic squall lines are completely experimental and improvisatory, forcibly lashed to sugary sweet naive pop melodies right out of Phil Spectors coffin (wait, he's not dead yet, but tell me he doesn't sleep in one at night). This formula may sound familiar, but a lot of the current practitioners are rank amateurs compared to this slash-and-burn salvation run. Tonight the sky is full of glittering knives.
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