Advertise Here

Gliding in on the twin engine discordant tones weve come to love from EXEK comes their new transmission Advertise Here. Beats bumping up thru a flapping spring reverb, gilded production choices, stripped bass bubbling in the cauldron. With each pass of the witchs ladle, words float in the steam over the cacophonous concoction. The coven that croons together slays together, with every layer peeling back on our ears tongue we will exclaim wickedperhaps their strongest effort yet. The twin engines reappear now, tardy, guitar and synthesis, rounded edges, worn and ever so slightly fuzzed outperfection. This LP strives for new lyrical highs in my opinion. Pop at an arms length, thru a greasy lens: A conversation. A conversation on drugs. A passing comment that sticks an utterance from the death bed. Reminiscent of Brian Eno, White Fence, PiL, Full Circle, ESG, all things Geoff Barrows, Eroc, Lard Free, and music of free weirdos everywhere. This one is the mossy titled deck of a half submerged shipwreck, a green light in a red room, a lump of clay, the end of the night when you think perhaps I should have left ages ago, but its too late nowyoure in too deepmight as well have one more dance.