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White Hills - Frying On This Rock (2012)

2015-05-03T15:34:11Z

White Hills - Frying On This Rock (2012)


1.Pads Of Light 	
2.Robot Stomp 	
3.You Dream You See 	
4.Song Of Everything 	
5.I Write A Thousand Letters (Pulp On Bone)

Dave W.  - Guitar, Vocals, Synth
Ego Sensation - Bass, Vocals
Antronhy - Synth, Vocals 
Nick Name – Drums

Never ones to slow down for too long, psychedelic space rockers White Hills deliver another blast of swirling, fuzzed-out sonic meditations on Frying On This Rock. Though it was recorded outside of the noise-friendly confines of Oneida's Ocropolis studios, the album's more compact and repetitive sound finds the band evoking the more Krautrock-inspired moments from "Sheets of Easter," with White Hills focusing more on building songs in a more careful, precise manner. This kind of tight, purposeful jamming is what keeps songs like "Robot Stomp" and "I Write a Thousand Letters (Pulp on Bone)" engrossing even as they push past the ten-minute mark. The real magic here, however, is that White Hills are able to keep their sound just loose enough so that even when things are repetitive, they seldom feel rigid or robotic. This combination of fluidity and structure makes Frying On This Rock an absorbing, headphone-centric listen that only demands that the listener turn up the volume and hand over control. ---Gregory Heaney, allmusic.com

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White Hills – Heads On Fire (2012)

2012-03-25T16:42:09Z

White Hills – Heads On Fire (2012)


01 – Radiate
02 – Oceans Of Sound
03 – Return Of Speed Toilet
04 – Visions Of The Past, Present And Future
05 – Don’t Be Afraid
06 – Eternity

Musicians:
Jordan Redaelli -Bass [Extra], Vocals [Extra] (tracks: 5)
Ego sensation - Bass, Vocals
Bob Bellomo -Drums
Tim Evans - Drums [Extra] (tracks: 5)
Dave W.  - Guitar, Vocals, Synthesizer [Moog, Korg, Trio Ag-203 Oscillator]

After two critically acclaimed self released CDR's Rocket Recordings are proud to announce the release of Heads on Fire, the first official album by New Yorks' White Hills. Ever changing and always striving to push the envelope, White Hills new album Heads on Fire finds the band playing a heavier style of spacerock as compared to their previous releases. Relentless and punishing, the album kicks off with the spacey swirl of the song Radiate and ends with the speedladen blast of the track Eternity. Along the way, a mesmerising blend of fuzz/wah guitar growl, pounding bass, sprawling synth, and chaotic drumming doses one's head three sheets to the wind. Whether it be the mere one minute track Return of Speed Toilet or the 26 plus minute Don't Be Afraid, the listener will be taken on ride through a world that is all encompassing from beginning to end. --- RavellsRecordExpress

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White Hills – So You Are… So You’ll Be (2013)

2013-08-17T15:57:09Z

White Hills – So You Are… So You’ll Be (2013)


01 – Inwords
02 – In Your Room
03 – The Internal Monologue
04 – So You Are… So You’ll Be
05 – Outwords
06 – Forever in Space (Enlightened)
07 – Rare Upon the Earth
08 – Circulating
09 – Mist (Winter)

Musicians:
Dave W. (guitar, vocals)
Ego Sensation (bass guitar, vocals)

“Forever in Space,” the longest and best cut on this seventh album from White Hills, begins in a cosmic soup of noises, a dead black void across which pinging, hissing, whistling electronic effects careen untethered to conventions like key, time signature or motif. A pulse builds slowly, bass and drums insinuating a faint eighth-note heartbeat into this inhuman landscape. Guitar notes flare and fade Doppler-style, trailing comet tails of tremolo’d sound. As has been the case from Heads on Fire on, you get the sense of travelling through a vast, impersonal space, sparsely inhabited. Landscapes are lit by sporadic, incendiary bursts of rock guitar, but remain essentially static, meditative and unfathomable.

Yet where before the subtleties were often subsumed by fuzz and drone, So You Are…So You’ll Be is clear. Even at the height of Dave W.’s molten guitar riffery, even in the grip of the most repetitive, head-banging groove, you can hear other elements, the eerie empty space sounds, the viscous wallow of bass, the snap of snare. Martin Bisi, who also produced last year’s Frying on This Rock, has managed to turn White Hills’ fecund stew of sounds into something translucently layered. You can look all the way to the bottom of these tracks. So You Are…So You’ll Be feels more composed and less jammed, more produced and less caught live on tape than anything White Hills has done to date.

Two years ago, reviewing H-p1, Talia Cooper remarked on White Hills’ ability to build “beautiful near silences.” So You Are…So You’ll Be, seems, by contrast, to be primarily concerned with power and heft. Short, electronic intervals (“InWords,” “OutWords” “Circulating”) provide breaks, but it is the massive, bludgeoning assault of cuts like “In Your Room” and the title track that define this album. The bass/guitar/drum line in “In Your Room” has a Sumo wrestler’s weight, overpowering but not obliterating Dave W’s whispery vocals, Ego Sensation’s sing-songy, robotically paced response. The guitar, wigging-out in frayed whammy-bar effects, tangle with the main riff in a jiu jitsu dance of unequal volume, but you can hear all the sounds, every note, all the time.

There are tranquil interludes tucked into even the most uproarious tracks, a dreamy bit right in the middle of jackbooted title cut ” where one guitar arcs out over the silence like a paper plane tossed into a canyon, where bass plunks drop like fat globes of liquid at slow, thoughtful, reverberant intervals.

Still, the trick of So You Are… is not so much to make quiet interesting, but to turn an onslaught into serenity, to launch multi-pronged, multi-textured attacks at the senses which seem, even as they deafen, to hint at a meditation. All of what you might have liked about White Hills is here — the Hawkwind-ish guitar excesses, the free-form Kraut drones that go on and on, a la Wooden Shjips or Bardo Pond. It’s just that this time, all the cotton batting has been stripped off, the fuzz removed to reveal structure and complexity underneath. --- Jennifer Kelly, dustedmagazine.com

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