Tidal Arms (Brooklyn, NY) have birthed one of, if not best album you'll hear this year (given you didn't hear it last year). Evoking the mastery of bands such as Slint, Melvins, Hum, Mastadon, Floor, Small Brown Bike, Big Business, Cave In, The Fucking Champs, Don Caballero and Only Living Witness it is safe to say that this amalgam of reverence yields something special indeed.
Incredible drumming and chords that make one go "this is a trio?". When you let what you just heard marinade in your mind you'll damn know that these guys could lace the whole album with the catchiest music imaginable at any and all turns and go home with price money... But they don't. They are also interesting in mining holes in the ground and mountain caves in a way only true students of artful and integral music can. For let it be known there's no aping going on here. These guys have the juice to take what was and propel it onwards into something the rest of us will come to admire and eventually envy.
The flow here impossibly seamless and therefore it yields an irresistible whole which goes on to suggest that this band just feels, and knows and pulls off moments other bands force and ultimately fail at. Don't believe me? Try "Mirrorbox," "Gooski's Ladder," and "Molasses" on for size.
This is an album without equal and as such, a work of art I'll pull out at any given chance to show people that indeed this is the coming of greatness that you'd never anticipated. Earthy and bending, melodic and serenading, heavy, noisy, fussy and reverby, this is the best heavy rock you'll find on the planet right this moment. In conclusion, all I can say is, so much feel. Such harmony.
One Halifax Collect scribe, Kolbeinn Þorgeirsson, went on to say that Tidal Arms is the most Birkir sounding band he's heard in a while. That guy is never wrong. And that my friends is my ultimate seal of approval. Miss this at your peril and be forever lame as shit. [Self released]
- Birkir Fjalar
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