Motorpsycho
Trust Us

THE REVIEW

In the current music scene, there are very few bands that offer real novelty and take on a style as eclectic and original as it is unmistakable. Perhaps even fewer are those who, while experimenting and searching for "unconventional" sounds, manage to produce albums full of surprisingly intimate melodic lines that evoke a sense of "contemporary classic." Motorpsycho is among these, and they are probably the best.

Trust Us is the album that introduced me to the Norwegian trio. My love for these two discs wrapped in white LP-like cardboard might make me a little biased as I tell you about the alchemy of these 14 tracks, but I'll take that risk. The motorpsychedelic show starts with delirious strings, voluminous and dreamy guitars, and seventies' eastern echoes (without the sitar and with a bass that is a sonic earthquake) that make up the triad Psychonaut + Ozone + The Ocean In Her Eye. Then it stops, leaving you breathless with the chimes of a xylophone (or is it a music box?) and the guitar/vocal strings of the first 4 minutes and 44 seconds of Vortex Surfer... then the explosion, the windows tremble under that shouted and whispered anger, released and called back, only to explode again, it’s motor (energy), it’s psycho (dream)... 9 minutes for a song that is a masterpiece. You catch your breath on Siddhardtino, only to be progressively launched upwards by the intertwining guitars of 577.

You feel the physical desire to immediately put on the second CD, and you are rewarded by the warm welcome of Evernine and Mantrick Muffin Stomp with their syncopated riffs and the prominent rhythm section, the contrast between softness/power returns with Radiance Freq. You're taken aback by the plucked sweetness of Taifun and caught by surprise by Superstooge, a sharp and properly rock homage to the '60s/'70s; then Coventry Boy, calm and sad as a ballad should be, introduces Hey Jane: rough sweetness and a melody that you won't forget due to its homage to rock history ("Hey Jude and Hey Joe were already there, this is our little contribution" I quote), we regret that the brief jazzy step of Dolphyn marks the end of the disc, you'd want it to last longer and to savor those sound emotions again, so complex and seducing.
They are three Norwegian guys, playing music that will never go out of style because it never was in style; it's hard and sweet stuff at the same time... it's Motorpsycho, and the journey is still long.