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Guardians of freeform twin-guitar ecstasy [I]in excelsis[/I], Edinburgh's [B]The Nectarine No 9[/B] have been the dreamchild of ex-[B]Fire Engines[/B]' [B]Davey Henderson[/B] since 1993....
Inevitably working on a different musical frequency from much of the Scottish underground, The Nectarine No 9 eschew Slint-isms and glad-hearted power pop in favour of a grimy, bejewelled flavour of NYC cool; of Velvets, of Voidoids, of unabashed smarts. Not that Henderson's vision is ever coldly classicist or over-reverent; the bleeding heart beating at the centre of 'Walter Tevis' and 'She's A Nicer Word To Sing' prove these are much more than simple genre-exercises.
There's a deliciously fried, poetic sensibility at work here, present in the lyrics' restless cut-up wisdom, and in songs like 'The Port Of Mars', channelling the free-ranging melodic expansiveness of Sun Ra with the cool, spiralling guitar work of prime Television.
If there's a timelessness to Henderson's richly embellished illuminations, then it's because intelligent, arty rock'n'roll as deft as this never goes out of fashion. And we'll always make time for genius.
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