Magik Markers / A Panegyric To The Things I Do Not Understand

Gulcher

BACK IN STOCK!!! The latest from East Coast psych-rock heavyweights MAGIK MARKERS. “In spite of their punk roots, the Markers' form tends toward extended breakdowns: this disc is divided into two "sides"—two long tracks—the first running to 19:41, and the other is 19:38. No rules is the rule here. For instance, dig the near-a capella section on the first "side"—whistlin', odd voices, clappin', just an occasional rattle or beep—very casual and simple but mesmerizing. Then there's the part on the second "side" where it sounds like everything is moving in outta-focus slow-mo, like after you've drank waytoomuch cough syrup (DXM)—'n yr legs 've turned t' melted, oooozing plastic. But my favorite part (swoon!) is when Elisa begins an erotic gutter-cat rant: "I'm your ramblin' rose...I'm your Sister Anne," obvious references to the MC5. Imagine THAT band jammin' with Yoko Ono—and yer about halfway to here. Elisa raves against the torrent of Quimby's roaring feedback and Nolan's exploding skins in an intuitive way that recalls Patti Smith's lost-in-the-whirlpool moments and/or Damo Suzuki's most tongue-driven gestures with Can. Whew.”—Eddie Flowers

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