Given that new U.K. bands seem pretty willing to try and imitate any other kind of genres they can set their ears to, it’s bizarre that there’s not really been a prominent, proper psyche rock band that’s emerged in the past few months. Of course, there are those than have a stab at it during an instrumental, but psyche should always require 100% commitment, regardless of how many fans it loses you. BLACKHoodS seem to have spotted this void, though, and fill it with aplomb.
You get the sense that whoever is behind it genuinely doesn’t give a fuck about what anyone else thinks, despite the fact that the name and imagery seems to be nicked from a band that desperately want to be blogged about. Who in their right mind would have the opening track on an EP as the mind-melding meandering of a self titled demo, stretching over 8 minutes and telling the listener nothing more than the extent of the effects pedals they’ve got in their armory (it appears to be only that dreamy one that sounds like everything’s under water). It’s unlovable and vast and it doesn’t care – and that’s exactly what makes it amazing. I want this to be the soundtrack to my life until the moment I die, blending it into one great mass of uneventful, meaningless events. Truly superb.