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Psychic Ills take their musical cues from a variety of like-minded bands, including Spacemen Three, Sonic Youth, and the Jesus and Mary Chain. Their sound is submerged in swathes of echo, and they make a virtue of the drone. But though they approach each song the same, each sounds unique: "I Knew My Name" combines a Can-like rhythm with psychedelic guitars and shifts time signatures halfway through, while "Witchcraft Breaker" blends ring modulator, synthesizer, and hippie percussion in a haze of electronic ambience. Vocals are intentionally indecipherable, but, as the point here is to lose yourself in an all-enveloping noise, it really doesn't matter.
Audio Mixer: Charles Burst.
Recording information: Sea Side Lounge.
Photographer: Brian Tamborello.
Psychic Ills: Tom Gluibizzi, Elizabeth Hart, Brian Tamborello, Tres Warren.
Personnel: Jesse Trbovich (horns).
Magnet (p.110) - "[I]t's final track 'Another Day, Another Night' that scales the energy being erected for the last half hour, completing a masterpiece of controlled squall and sonic catharsis." The Wire (p.68) - "[They] set their stall somewhere between oceanic guitar abstraction and the brittle crunch of psychedelic garage rock, feeding their extended chugging jams through a thick fog of fuzz." Dins Review
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