Loop
Black Sun

THE REVIEW

Psychedelia, lysergic, space, cosmic, kraut, feedback, reverbs, and so on. Once all the words are lined up that you shouldn't use to write accurately about a record—because you can find all of these everywhere—very little is left to say that's strictly connected to the EP in question. I'll make a brief comment on shoegaze: there's no rule that a two-faced voice and jaundiced strumming must necessarily mean that a band likes to stare at their shoes while playing. I just don't understand certain associations. Apart from the technical characteristics of the sound, the music then has a soul, and that of the Loop isn't exactly sweet and gentle: they seem like those junkies doing raids between black holes and meteorites, universal crooks. So, no shoegaze. Just like Spacemen 3, to whom they are very similar but have something more and something less. They lack rationality, a table to write the songs on, clarity, family affections, certain—although very slight—compromises. They have more hunger, the desire to get straight to the point, the toxic instinct that knows how to bring each track to the heart and grind and re-grind it until it has drained you enough. Actually, more than the heart of the tracks, I'd talk about the liver, hence bile, and here you explain the jaundice earlier. The music of the Loop is filled with a good liquid that is produced in surplus, and in the end, it spoils everything, souring anything it passes through. For example, last night, it soured me when I had certain important things to do, and for this reason, I had decided to take a small dose of daily music (not the usual, enormous one) to listen to calmly. So, having pending the listening of this three-track EP, I thought the time was right. Fifteen minutes of relaxation, I imagined. Then, of course, they immediately hit the right vein, and, clearly, I put them on repeat. The result was that in the end, I saw monsters and did none of the things I should have done. That's why I love them and revere this little masterpiece that for its synthesis and ability to communicate, outweighs all the praise it will have earned around.

In short, it was 1988 when they created it. English guys. So coming from a land with bands of great lineage and noble lineages. The Loop firmly rooted themselves both at home (obvious to reference Hawkwind), and under and beyond the Channel reaching Teutonia (obvious to reference Neu!). But even much beyond the Channel to reach America in the regions of Suicide and similar bands, from which they maintain that something that makes the blood freeze in your veins.

I feel compelled to praise them thoroughly, to really say excellent things about them because the potential expressed in just three tracks is incredibly sick and sharp, and excellently reproduced in the full lengths. A damned drone rock, born to lead us astray from whatever we are doing. And therefore making mistakes, making mistakes, making mistakes, making mistakes, making mistakes (tending to infinity). Because then there are people like me who enjoy making mistakes. Making mistakes, making mistakes, making mistakes, making mistakes...