Sightings
Arrived In Gold

Well, well.

I'll tell you that this New York trio records for Load Records.
I'll tell you that if there is a New York on Pluto, they are probably from there.
I'll tell you that the guitarist actually had a chainsaw in his hand.
I'll tell you that this CD will cost you 1000 euros if you add the expenses for the psychiatrist.

These crazies engage in a highly distorted, occasionally funky free-noise, with a paranoid ambiance (occasionally).
The album lasts 38 minutes, but asking for more would have been excessive.
The attitude is lo-fi, or rather lo-lo-lo-fi.

Load Records showcases another mutant and radioactive creature, it's clear right from the first track, with its simmering drums and the voice (vocussion, as they call it in the booklet) that first whispers and then screams. Then there's "Sugar Sediment", with its super skewed piano riff that only stays in time if it feels like it. If Eyes Wide Shut had been written by David Lynch, this would be the soundtrack.
The middle part of the album is more accessible(?!): "Internal Compass" reminds me of the latest Liars, and "Dudes" a cross between Black Eyes and Kill Me Tomorrow with nitro added. The finale, "Arrived In Gold, Arrived In Smoke," is a sonic magma from which I want to escape, always on my heels trying to suffocate me, succeeding midway through the track, when it envelops me and seems to consecrate me to its god, making me see the stars.
They could be compared to Wolf Eyes, but the Sightings are more rhythmic and less apocalyptic; or to a more experimental Oneida.
In any case, an experience.
Stay away if you don't want to find the mental health team at your door.