Back on form. Back on heat. Back on scuzz. Welcome to this month’s sonic roundup…
America
“So Minaxi like flexing their muscles. We’ve heard them wax and weave between 80s indie and 90s alternatives, and like the last track of ‘Isra’ that tied up that EP, this release ties and wraps up the trilogy…”
“Where ‘Luna’ showed off its change in direction, ‘Isra’ sits back and relaxes. It’s darker, more fluid, with a focus on sorrow and loss…”
“A trilogy of EPs, one roughly per month, this is Minaxi’s complete Zia Fantasy….”
“It might not be as blunt or as brutal as those who excel in the hard games of powerplay, but it works as a seedy flick freakout; flirtatious, unnerving, and sultry…”
“Nihilistic, lonely and cute sugared shoegaze? I should have known I’d buy in from the start…”
“It’s conviction that saves this, again and again, through the only-just-slightly too over-touched sheen of its 80s hair-glam rawk production…”
“To the labels, the artists, the indies, the late night keyboard warriors, the shy bedroom writers that sent out their first tracks….”
So our Million Dollar Highway drive took us down and through sights and heights and split-pin turns, we could’ve flown with the eagles if we’d made a mistake on those corners on cliff tops and drops. We sucked in our bellies on the narrowest parts that twisted and fell with the mountains, we paused now and then to regain concentration, to make sure we were keen-eyed for driving…
‘It’s Rats to the Ratrace. It’s Rats on the Run…’ I Guess even rats can get tied up in twists. Hard not to see it as some kind of fail, back to scratching around on the decks going down, kicking hard to keep calm in the water. We’re back in UK with the same burn to go, to be living someplace somehow else.
What went wrong? Almost nothing. Three months in the US driving East coast to West then a month in Saigon, Vietnam…
Rats on the Run 