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WILDERNESS - Vessel States
| Popmatters | After sending music scribes scrambling for their postmodernism readers with their self-titled debut, Baltimore’s Wilderness is back with more of their ballistic psych punk. And to quote one of their song titles, “It’s all the same”. The cascading guitars, the pounding drum beat, the seductive basslines, the vocal barking; the Wilderness band are here again. And they are here to say… it’s all the same?
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| | PitchFork | | In a world where Lungfish, Fugazi, and PiL didn't exist, Wilderness would sound like nobody else. No deductions for derivativeness, though-- it's not as if those bands invented cascades of spindly guitar and world-weary dread. After being active in Baltimore but nationally latent for some time, Wilderness made a name for themselves last year with their dreamy debut album and tight, minimally dramatic live performances. You really haven't lived until a man in a domino mask has rubbed a microphone on your nipple while menacingly deep waves of stately post-punk crest and crash behind him. ...full text |
| | StylusMagazine | Can we talk? I have to get something off my chest, and we’ve become so friendly over the years. I may have sold Wilderness short on their debut last year. Sure, the simplistic PiL handles in much of the neo-press were utter nonsense, but as the season turned fallow last October, the band’s debut seemed to click. I began to hear the largesse behind their pointillist angst. Wilderness was my withdrawal from season, a whore’s hording of criminal gains and misspent sun-days as winter began to simmer cold. In short, I came to love Wilderness.
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