Wildhoney
Seventeen Forever

Hopefully awaiting the first album by Wildhoney, five gaze-shoe enthusiasts from Baltimore who on their third EP abandon the hard-swirliesian angularities of their previous, still good works on a shorter scale, choose the path of ethereal reverb and this year establish themselves among the most interesting newcomers in the scene. We hope they remain faithful to the path set by the first Whirr and never sign with RunForCover and don't start wearing immature caps. Three songs, about ten minutes: the charleston-tambourine opening of Seventeen and the tremulous whammy evoke a freakish and Ringo Deathstarr aspect of the gaze but the guitars favor high notes and rapid picking work, looking more at the overused post-rock atmospheres yet succeeding in reworking them into song forms with a fairly distinctive sound; heavy bass and distorted and upfront but not distorted and always in its element; simple structures but not flat for this reason, between interlude crescendos and feedback tails, for crystalline vocal parts and straight melodies that find their maximum elaboration in the two-voice f-f harmonizations of Soft Bats, also capable of scorching breaks. Listen with confidence in both their and our future.