The Death Of Quickspace
Long may they drone...
Like most drone addicts, their adherence to Krautrock's dusty dictum can occasionally grate ('Gloriana' recalls Blur's overkeen saddling of Pavement's slumberous aesthetic) but [a]Quickspace[/a]'s enthusiasm soon vanquishes that genre's starched constrictions. For although Krautrock is clearly Cullinan's bread and butter, 'The Death...''s real sustenance lies in the Londoners' hearty embrace of garage rock's [I]joie de vivre [/I] - a refreshingly raw cogency that energises each of their motorik rambles. It's this flash'n'grab briskness that rescues tracks such as the 11-minute-long 'Climbing A Hill' from Teutonic po-facery - allowing a pop-scented warmth to breeze through their otherwise pristine grooves. 'The Death...'s burnished centrepiece is 'They Shoot Horse Don't They,' a Yo La Tengo-shaped trinket that pushes metronomic repetition to deliciously hypnotic extremes: a triumph of melody over monotony, emotion over art.
Long may they drone.
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