If William Basinski’s The Disintegration Loops are the aural equivalent of watching the World Trade Centre towers of New York City collapse from a rooftop a nautical mile away, then Tim Hecker’s Virgins places you on the corners of Liberty and West Street.
Hello! It’s almost no surprise that I’ve most likely picked the worst time of the year to do something like this - all the music media are gearing up for what has to be their favourite time of the year - making fucking lists.
A thing I’ve finally got around to starting. Check it out if you’re into that kinda thing. Cheers!
In the pre-mbv-lp-2013 world, any quality shoegaze album that could give a possible insight into the potential My Bloody Valentine might have in store for the future of shoegaze was a blessing. While it may seem crude to open a Tamaryn album review with a reference to the pioneers of shoegaze (let’s say for the sake of argument that Cocteau Twins gave birth to it) I only mean it as a badge of honour, as New Zealand-born Tamaryn has managed to do what many other acts have failed to produce – album(s) of immense noise with memorable melodies.