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| Pitchfork |
 Almost three years ago a band called Trailer Trash Tracys surfaced on a No Pain In Pop compilation. Their song "Strangling Good Guys" stood out with its satisfyingly distorted drums and haze of lusty shoegaze pop. It was a cut that sounded fresh, powerful, and ended up feeling ahead of a curve that gave us the similarly fuzzy pop of the first Best Coast, Pearl Harbor, and Smith Westerns demos.A couple of singles and a long delay later, the band finally arrives at its debut record, Ester. While it's not a bad record, it ranks as a disappointment. The re-recorded version of "Strangling Good Guys" acts as a handy capsule to illustrate its problems: The blown-out drums of before are now neutered and low in the mix, and the toothy shattered-glass guitars are muzzled by newly flat production. It sounds like a song recorded by committee and subject to endless revisions, each new take diluting the original's potency. The delight of the demo version was that it felt like it existed on instinct and gut feeling, whereas this just sounds over-thought and dull. There's a minute of a great song in "Dies in 55", but that also falls apart beneath cluttered, confused elements. We're treated to awkward drum rolls, non sequitur bass drops, and a bassline that might well be offbeat, though in such a rhythmless environment it's difficult to tell. There's nothing solid to glue these stuttering ideas together, and what started brightly quickly becomes a mess....full text |
| Prettymuchamazing |
| Find a test tube from 1984. Fortify it with the vulnerable doe-eyed gazes of countless teen actresses (see Leah Thompson) whose heart numbing fragility only John Hughes could capture. Squeeze the pulp out of some Top Gun era Berlin. And while you’re at it, liquify a casette copy of The Stone Roses and a Sixteen Candles soundtrack. A few droplets of Bartles and Jaymes and a pinch of hydrochloric acid later you end up with a volatile ester — a condensed acid reacting with an alcohol — or many. This London quartet ain’t quite your momma’s Jennifer Grey either. They’re actually named after recycled trabant cars from East Germany that one Dr. Franz Gunther, a mad communist scientist, declared “that such beautiful cars could be made useful again.” One man’s trash becomes Doc Brown’s fuel of the future. Where we’re about to go we don’t need…Depeche Modes. I’m done with terrible ‘80s references (promise) but certainly just beginning the heaps of praise headed toward an outfit that finally (with the exception of Nerves Junior) finds that invisible median between analog and digital. How do they do it? Well technically, according to their ace guitar smith Jimmy Lee, they record all tracks on a Tascam 8 field recorder. It’ll set you back $3,500 but its ability to merge the warmth of analog with the sharp presence of digital is unmatched. “Candy Girl”, a buzzworthy single that’s emanated from the far nether reaches of the Interweb the last few years, illustrates my point perfectly. First off, two plucks of Adam Jaffrey’s bass will plunge that rarely exorcised smooth muscle you call a heart into skipping a quantam beat. His ability to sink us into the depths of depravity without hardly lifting a finger is as haunting as it is devastating. Suzanne Aztoria’s honey-combed pipes are akin to Bethany Cosentino’s on quaaludes. It’s a remarkable instrument that croons and howls with crystalline pitch....full text |
| Bbc |
| The name screams hair metal, conjuring visions of hideously made-up, tight-trousered Sunset Strip wasters drinking away their album advances in the mid-80s. But London four-piece Trailer Trash Tracys are no such retro-coloured combo – or, rather, they don’t stir neon nightmares of Stryper and Cinderella. Instead, they summon from the shadowy past whispers of David Lynch soundtracks, 80s drum-machine percussion, Cocteau Twins-echoing ambience and winsomely bittersweet vocals somewhere between Mazzy Star’s Hope Sandoval and the more plaintive tones of The xx’s Romy Croft. Vocalist Suzanna Aztoria’s sublime presence is certainly the immediate hook here, comprising the most accessible element of music that can, sometimes, be remarkably shrill of design, beats clanging with metallic resonance beneath an enveloping fug. Live with Ester a while, though, and what’s initially suffocating to the point where song structures are reduced to variations of light and shade over any discernable progression from verse to chorus begins to unravel in a quite beautiful way. The first moment of clarity comes with the single Candy Girl, on which the sound of Phil Spector-produced girl groups is overlaid atop a slow-shifting shoegaze-y rumble. It’s a brilliant, charming slice of avant-pop that, in a parallel dimension, would be a number one in a heartbeat. Once the clouds have drifted further apart, more gems reveal themselves. There’s no way that even the most naïve of listener would bracket Trailer Trash Tracys’ output as chillwave (or whatever variant on the term you prefer), but in the production of Strangling Good Guys and You Wish You Were Red there’s that same sepia-hued haze that characterises so much of the genre’s standout artists. But if the likes of Toro Y Moi and Washed Out are meant to be heard at the beach, Ester is a collection best suited to after-hours reflection, a glass of red in hand and the TV playing only static. Los Angered is a cut from Polly Jean’s Is This Desire LP on a sugar-rush; and the spiralling melody of Dies in 55 proves truly entrancing, dancing like fairground lights against a night sky. Closer Turkish Heights is the sound of a digital bath gurgling down the plughole, fizzy beats draining away just as the colour does from Aztoria’s tremendous performance: from flushed cheeks to monochrome, a soul spent, and the credits roll....full text |
| Pitchfork |
| The San Francisco garage-psych world isn't a bastion of optimism, but it's a little too sunshiney for Royal Baths. Perhaps that's why the duo moved to Brooklyn ahead of the release of its second full-length, Better Luck Next Life, an album gloomy almost to the point of self-parody. It's nine songs about black souls, black hearts, S&M, and dark lords pounded out over Bo Diddley beats. They don't skimp on the details, either. For Royal Baths, there is no question: The world is a vampire. In the past, Royal Baths' music has been tagged as psychedelic if only because of their geographic proximity to groups like the Fresh & Onlys, Thee Oh Sees, and Ty Segall. But this latest set of songs yields little in the way of incense and peppermints. It's a sludgy, turgid take on the blues, swiping it's chief inspiration from the Velvet Underground but supplementing heavily with sounds from mid-1980s goth rockers like the Gun Club and the Bad Seeds. Each song is a handful of grotty chords strummed on a guitar with every string tuned to the same note. Royal Baths' debut LP, Litanies, was cobbled together in the band's practice space on a Tascam 388, the Bay Area's leading choice for fuzz-tinged DIY-recording. The grotty production imbued their songs-- which were bleak and droney, but eerily twee and melodic-- with an extra edge. This time around, some of the grit is gone. So are the Aleister Crowley-meets-Beat Happening hooks. Whatever pop pretenses Royal Baths harbored, they've mostly let them slide, ditching verse-chorus-verse for static Diddley rhythm tracks that buoy Jigmae Baer's seedy monologues....full text |
| Cmj |
| The move to New York City from San Francisco seemed inevitable for Jeremy Cox and Jigmae Baer of Royal Baths. While the duo can’t really escape its Bay City influences, the dark and gloomy nature of New York is a perfect fit for Cox and Baer on their second album, Better Luck Next Life. Better Luck Next Life follows up the band’s 2010 album, Litanies. Cox and Baer share vocal duties on this LP, although they have distinctly different styles. Baer sings with a Lou Reed-like deadpan voice, while Cox has a lighter inflection. The contrast allows for a great back and forth like on the track “Black Sheep.” On it, Baer confesses, “I think of death and murder,” with Cox finishing Baer’s thought, “…All the time,” like the Mr. Hyde to Baer’s already disturbed Dr. Jekyll. A lot of artists influenced by the San Francisco sound of the ’60s try to capture the good side of an acid trip, but that doesn’t interest Royal Baths. The band is more drawn to the foreboding aspects of a bad trip—you know, like ending up on the floor in the fetal position with your eyes closed or being haunted by images of your dead cat. The band gets to the sound of those feelings in two ways: First, the band employs creepy, slinking guitar riffs that make it feel as if someone might mug you at any point in the album. Second, Cox and Baer will at times, without warning, go into psychedelic guitar solos and surround you with sharp, paranoid riffs. Despite its psych-rock influences, the duo doesn’t rely on a variety of instruments to convey the mood. Instead, the band doubles down on reverb, feedback, haunting vocals and doom guitar....full text |
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