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PT13

Back Magic - Dream Lover  c22

1. Garage Goons
2. Fever's on me
3. Haunted Lantern
4. Suns
5. Tomb Legions
6. Labor Day
7. Summer Dive
8. Summer Dive (redux)
9. Rainy Dog
*Bonus Track* Paranoid

HAIR EXP:  Guitar/Vox
TERROR TRANS: Drums
100 copies
Released June 2011

OUT OF PRINT







REVIEWS:

The Wire (Byron Coley)
March 2012


The Sound Projector (Ed Pinsent)
January 2012

More from the Pilgrim Talk label sent to us in late October. The Pilgrims there just keep on coming up with surprises, just after one was tempted to tag them as a strictly “art” label. Back Magic are a duo of young men from Illinois including the prolific Nick Hoffmann who I think runs this label. Their Dream Lover (PILGRIM TALK PT13) is an engaging tape of rather spooky and skeletal garage-punk toons, played with just a guitar, drumkit, and a wailing voice. It’s futuristic rockabilly for Halloween midnight capers. The vocalist is capable of creating some deliciously odd effects with little more than a cheap echo unit to propel him into the supernatural zone; at times he resembles a mad monk, a muffled choirboy from the nether regions, or the writer of some twisted liturgy. This adds a whiff of Black Metal undertones to what is described by the label as “trance punk” rock. Hair EXP and Terror Trans are brothers, and to keep things in the family they recorded this lo-fi miniature epic on their grandfather’s tape machine. Let’s hope it was an old Webcor or Revox 1, which might account for the faintly disembodied tone of the tape, although a lot of the atmosphere is down to the skilful playing on offer. The guitarist can eke out a forlorn and stripped-down melody with the sort of shrill plangency that makes you want to cry and shudder at the same time. Distorted heavy metal this ain’t, although they do assay a version of The Sabs’ ‘Paranoid’ on the B side, where the riffing is hollowed out into a shell of its former self and the vocals are, frankly, quite freakish. A real grower…100 copies.

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