Mysteries of Love alumni, Mark Anderson and Mark Sadgrove, finally deliver their long-time-in-the-post debut LP as Greymouth. There's a lot of the pair's material already out there in the world, spread across a raft of cassettes, 7s and 12s, but hearing their gnarled and murky sound extended over longform is a particularly rewarding experience. If i'm right in my thinking, the duo are based in Japan, but it's the NZ underground to which they belong (even if some concession is made to Japanese noise rock heritage), a post-World Resources conglomerate, (grand?)children of the lathe cut faction, where lo-fi mulch, perverse songwriting digressionals and static pulse are balanced in strange assemblage, more falling apart than holding together. They deal in the art of precariousness very well, finding a shared language in the fog, if not exactly in the pursuit of chaos then at least content to disregard any notional understanding of sense. It's what musicians from NZ seem do so well for some reason, the fate they're destined to, alone so far away, the world upside down, even when they're not based there any longer. You can the take the boy out of New Zealand...
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