Fog. Lasers. ‘Opening Credits.’ Children of paradise billow out of gothic keyboards. Those flying monkeys from Oz swarm in carrying Freddy Mercury’s leggings. No, wait, this is Texas. That’s Aaron Behrens, Ghostland Observatory’s frontman, in a high piercing vocal register long-hallowed by rock n’ roll arenas, on producer/drummer Thomas Turner’s tight fuzzy backbeat wings. Beside their standalone sharp sensationalism, ‘Heavy Heart’ and ‘The Band Mares On’ breast a melodic acuity that begs to be ripped and shredded into anthemic dancefloor permutations. Instrumental ‘Holy Ghost White Noise’ grooves to a Stevie Wonder stroll turning the superstitious into holy believer of gruff pop. Better child proof the house before opening the window to these guys. They claim to sound like ‘a robot making love to a tree.’ But I’m talking pillow fights. Goose feathers

RELATED POSTS:

No related posts.