Genre: Psychedelic Rock / Prog

Track Listing:     

01 Bisyonure No Kimi
02 Shiroi Sekai De
03 Ai No Sakebi
04 Sekai No Shizukesa
05 Dare Ga Hoeru
06 Taiyo No Uta
07 Kimi No Uta Wo Kite Boku Wa Akuma Ni Naata

Frowzy guitars, like rusted steel being drawn over stone and the dandruff of crumbling corrosion oscillating as granulated distortion, trails a thin line of squalling feedback to lucent chimes of steel-string acoustic guitar. It invades with a musically rhyming haunt at a lazy pace. Instantly it begets a strange familiarity with the laconic and lazed Italian Neofolk of Calle Della Morte, especially given the Japanese vocals ring a little rhythmically alike here. The second track appears to solidify a certain resonance with European melodies. Guitars step cadences to unusual percussion of subtle crash cymbals, crystal chimes, and accordion like accompaniment with vocal accompaniment with limited pitch, but curious rhythms. LSD March claim no style of music sacrosanct, however, as they divulge a love of prolonged intensity, whether by quiet bells and cymbals and out of kilter chords, to pop-like anthems, or even more unforeseen sounds.

The launch of the psychedelic rock, so saliently striking, is an unexpected shock from the creeping tension of the first four tracks as a blues jam basically kicks off the avant-musicians from the open mic. Wah-wah tortures the tubed guitar in dark minor blues, mouth roaring wide, before it condenses into a thunderous dark rock number replete with apposite vocal salvos where the vocals steal the guitarist’s foot-pedal to spiral into analogue manipulated transfigurations. Realising it is just the same band is further perplexing considering the experimental fragments of odd timing and harmony that come next in jazzy vibes of clean guitar and patter of pliable drums and snippets of recitation.

Recorded as cleanly as any post-rock band, the only thing that could have accentuated the intensity of LSD March would be if Steve Albini was in charge of the drum production.

The album’s packaging is bland and unassuming. A glossy monochromatic gatefold booklet with little in the way of imagery or liner notes. It seems less about pictures or design than defining black and white.