Despite having the kind of band name that you’d associate with the depths of reverbnation, artery clogging lad rock sludge, anyone with any sense of perspective should be glad to know that Ruins/East seem to actually be an alright band. It seems that having a slightly substandard (or, even, not a formulaic chillwave ‘youth death’ or ‘mystery castles’ style moniker) isn’t actually key to making interesting music. Despite having only one song to pimp out at the moment, it’s a good one – the equally woefully titled ‘Phil (Nick’s Dad)’, a slow meander of a track that doesn’t even hint at the boil, preferring to simmer over with a kind of saturated nonchalance. It’s music that a highly talented loner might make after discovering both My Bloody Valentine and Xiu Xiu in the same night, lacking the intensity of the former and the vocalised yearning of the latter but still being pretty good.
