Chronophage - s/t
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Chronophage's late 2020 missive, The'pig'kiss'd Album, was one of those outta-nowhere records that seemed to find fans in all the right places. If you knew you knew, and those that did were the kind you'd often trust blindly. This self-titled follow up, their third LP in total, sees the Austin four piece surprise again. If that last album was characterised by busy arrangements, like, say, a Flying Nun oddpop reconfiguring of the Big Boys, then this new one sees them mostly streamline into a more emotionally poised unit that feels a little closer tied to the smartarse confessionalism of outsider 90s US indie rock. As always, it's hard to pin them down exactly, though i hear elements of Sebadoh, Silk Worm, Quasi's great Featuring Birds (it's those keys), and on album centrepiece Spirit Amor, somehow, Neil Young in his grunge phase (it's those guitars). A would-be classic Homestead band, if you like. 30 years back, we used to hear this kind of thing a lot, now much less so (unless you like The Stroppies), and certainly with much less skill and smarts than what Chronophage display. Another cult classic in the making i suspect, though one that should bring the band a little closer to the light.
