Wednesday, December 17, 2008

the moon may be shrinking. but death's still not your friend


Wooden Shjips, one of the buzz-bands in the california psychedelic revival going on today, are fucking sweet. the singer may sound like jim morrison, and they may have an organ player, but trust me - they sound nothing like the doors. instead, they are a raw as fuck rough edged heavy psych group that relies as much on improvisation as compisition. fast becoming houshold names to those with good taste, these guys are tearing apart eardrums all across the states and crafting tunes that make you want to trip as well as boogie.

this is their highly limited 10" (which is reissued on their "Vol. 1" lp). it starts with the scorching track "Shrinking Moon For You," one of the rawest and most blown out recent psych tracks i've heard come out in a while. it sounds like they fried their amps and then recorded on a boombox (it's that good!). totally worth it just for that song alone.

Wooden Shjips - Shrinking Moon For You 10"
http://www.mediafire.com/?4ixzcyjjmon

1 comment:

goinsidemyhead said...

...when you're blasted on psychedelics and you are about to lose that microscopic thread that still connects you to that hypothetical concept called reality,like an autistic child, you swim through sand towards a repetitive pattern be it light or sound or a plank of wood on a raging sea...sorta like the beginning of Jaws where the girl hanging on to the buoy asks God for a miracle just before the giant shark eats her....