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Psychedelic Horseshit: Laced (2011)


Si el nombre de la banda ya es bastante significativo, el contenido musical que nos encontraremos en este Laced (2011), el segundo larga duración de la Mierda Psicodélica, no es menos epatante. Ninguno de los cortes que lo componen a buen seguro dejará a nadie indiferente. Nadie, evidentemente, que no esté acostumbrado a ciertos riesgos musicales, a la deconstrucción sonora llevada casi al límite, a la Psicodelia, a un cierto freakismo y un caos sonoro hábilmente llevado a su terreno, a los ritmos tribales aplicados a patrones más cercanos al Pop, al Rock más o menos Espacial… Un aluvión de etiquetas que harían demasiado prolija la tarea de clasificar a esta banda de Ohio, que se definen a sí mismos como Shitgaze (“lo-fi turned shitgaze turned dub turned italo-disco turned acid house turned dubstep turned goth turned psychedelic pop band from the 2000’s“). Ninguna definición puede venirles mejor. Para hacerte una idea exacta de lo que hablamos, tienes que escuchar Laced.

Psychedelic Horseshit – Laced (2011)

“So many bands have recently taken steps away from their lo-fi roots– Ariel Pink, Vivian Girls, Times New Viking– that tape-hiss diehards probably wonder if anyone will actually stick to their scuzzy guns. Those fearful might look to self-proclaimed “shitgazers” Psychedelic Horseshit as the last line of defense. If even these snotty shamblers are willing to wipe their noses and tuck in their shirts, then maybe lo-fi is just this generation’s musical training wheels.
Sure enough, if you drag your needle quickly across Laced, you’ll probably think this Ohio band (now a duo) has cleaned up its act. There’s less guitar muck, less maxed-out tape noise, and fewer moments of impenetrable chaos. But that doesn’t mean the music is any clearer. These 11 songs are just as weird and demented as those that came before, maybe even more. The weirdness just comes from different sources now– bouncy electronic beats, playfully psychotic synths, and Matt Horseshit’s hypnotic voice, which has melted from brash and bratty down to stoned and endearingly subdued, even if it still sounds like it’s pouring out of his nose.
All of which makes this edition of Psychedelic Horseshit more immediately enjoyable, whether or not you dug them before. To be fair, it’s not a drastic turn– 2009’s Shitgaze Anthems was also pretty upbeat and relatively clean. But Laced takes those qualities to a new level, one filled with memorable melodies, bright atmospheres, and tons of sonic exploration. When things do get cacophonous, as in the overlapping drum stomps of the Black Dice-meets-Excepter “I Hate the Beach”, it’s more about epiphany than obscurity. That’s also the case with Horseshit’s vocals and lyrics which, as he rightly noted, “are more dreamlike. There’s not a lot of pointed ‘fuck this’ and ‘fuck that.’ I got sick of that stuff.”
Not too sick, though. The band’s notorious Wavves-bashing still shows up on Laced, albeit more subtly. It’s hard not to see the title “I Hate the Beach” as a veiled jab at both Nathan Williams and beach-obsessed chillwave. Same goes for the anti-summer lyrics of “Tropical Vision”, which begins with the couplet, “I don’t need no waves/ Don’t need no palm trees swaying.” But Psychedelic Horseshit aren’t just tearing things down, they’re building something unique out of the rubble. The best example is the title track, whose wavy synth glitter, computerized rattle, and Royal Trux-ish sing-speak form a bafflingly catchy hook, like a sculpture chiseled from scrap metal. It’s a smart self-revision– Horseshit and partner Ryan Jewell are hacking at themselves as much as their supposed rivals. As Horseshit put it, “Sometimes you gotta cut the tree down to make it bigger.”
Laced is indeed bigger and bolder than previous albums, which is somewhat ironic since it has a more intimate, made-in-the-bedroom feel than the band’s earlier basement forays. And its rangy invention points to a wider future for an act whose schtick could’ve gotten stuck in a static cul de sac. That’s not because this album is cleaner or that lo-fi is larval skin to be shed. Psychedelic Horseshit might next get more lo-fi or more hi-fi, darker or poppier, better or worse. What I like most about Laced is it makes me excited to find out” (

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22 julio, 2011 Posted by | Psychedelic Horseshit | 1 comentario

Psychedelic Horseshit: The Acid Tape (2010)


El post de hoy es absolutamente freakie. Está dedicado a una agrupación de Ohio llamada Psychedelic Horseshit, de la que he encontrado prácticamente nula información. En su MySpace se presentan como un trío absolutamente ido, enfrascado en viajes alucinógenos influenciados por las más variadas sustancias psicotrópicas. Hacía tiempo que no encontraba un título tan apropiado para el material sonoro registrado, porque justamente así es como suena este The Acid Tape (2010), como un viaje alucinógeno hacia prácticamente ninguna parte. Algo más de treinta minutos dedicados a la deconstrucción más absoluta, con algunas paradas en el Pop más endurecido de la Velvet (Unseed Voids), en el Space-Rock (Bleak vacations, Modern daze), o en el Afro más elemental (Hard as it gets). Un disco difícil y muy, muy áspero, sólo para oídos acostumbrados al Pop más experimental y a la deconstrucción sonora pura y dura.

Psychedelica Horseshit – The Acid Tape (2010)

“Acid is arguably the best representation what ‘shitgaze’ is and is not in 2010. Though, one could also say, this isn’t ‘shitgaze’ at all. Acid blurs all the lines once laid down by the stupid media bastardization of ‘shitgaze’ and in the end blows those lines away away. Songs on Acid jump from what seems to be layers of guitar, pretty ambience, and drum machine manipulation (“Unseen Voids”), to dub experiments (“Hard As It Gets”). Acid ends with “Bleak Vactions”, a full blown Velvets jam that pushes Psychedelic Horseshit beyond any label record dorks and critics want to give em. This is some of the best, challenging, and realized  stuff Psychedelic Horseshit has recorded yet.  You might ask yourself   “Was this recorded on acid?”. Who knows for sure”

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