Heavy, narcotized, shoegazey 'drone rock' from Chicago. I get the feeling that Implodes don't consider themselves a shoegaze band, and that's fine, because they're not, exactly. But to my ears, from its thick, ever-present guitar haze to its ethereal, reverb-drenched vocals that drift like transmissions from the heart of some black, fathomless void, Black Earth is the sound of shoegaze getting shot full of barbiturates, dragged through dirt and leaves, and tossed into an abandoned lake at 3 AM.
In other news, I am high.
In further other news, Implodes' new album, Recurring Dream, is out now, and it's really good. You should buy it right now.
Track listing:
1. Open the Door
2. Marker
3. White Window
4. Screech Owl
5. Ox Blood
6. Meadowsland
7. Wendy
8. Experiential Report
9. Song for Fucking Damon II (Trap Door)
10. Down Time
11. Hands on the Rail
Bottom of a well
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