Thought I'd get you back a bit as an audience after losing you for so long. The fact that the city is burning (or feels like it) made me realize that people need more fuzz. Minds are often boggled when the heat is up...
San Francisco’s Assemble Head in Sunburst Sound is a soundtrack for strange days and futures bright and bleak. But there is also a crooked thread that runs backward through every Assemble Head record—the celestial trajectories of The Notorious Byrd Brothers and circa ‘70 Floyd; the dusty canyon stomps of Crazy Horse, slashing action pop of the savage young Who, Italian bastardizations of Lalo Schifrin cop movie scores, and the scuzz-bomb shrapnel of latter-day garage mongers like Mudhoney and Monoshock.
The band’s third LP, When Sweet Sleep Returned, is propelled to some extent by that same glorious distillate. But it also finds the group speaking their own twisted tongue more assuredly than ever — marrying hazy Saturday moods,Cuervo shots, interstellar sonics and wrecking-ball swing to song and harmony in poems for California, lovers, ghosts, the stars, ourselves and a world gone stark raving mad.
Think of it as the opposition to my last offering to you. Yin and Yang.
hint: Track 2(Two Birds) - heavenly sonic delusion on strings
