new: Velvet Davenport/ Moon Glyph comp

"It's Alright"

Purveyors of prosperous peace & luminous light, Minnesota's Moon Glyph have been on an extra terrestrial hot streak lately. From the bubbly "Beach Boy" dreams of Buffalo Moon to the lysergic jangle of Velvet Davenport, whose "Lemon Drop Square Box" cassette (one of my favorite releases of the year, so far) is aptly described by the label as "the story of someone opening a box of candy to find baby venus inside and then this fortunate soul must take care of the goddess," the label continues to cull the fruits of Minnesota's psych scene and this season's harvest is plentiful.

Straddling the same windowpane Syd Barrett and Olivia Tremor Control rode until spontaneously combusting into water molecules, Velvet Davenport are modern psychedelic shaman clued into the quixotic ways of inner-world. "I trip, it's aight, babe." Walking the fine line between blissed out paisley pop and raga-influenced DMT zoners, Velvet Davenport prove more than simply post-psych fetishists on their new shdwply records 7", which, if you haven't heard it yet, features both Gary War & Ariel Pink. Velvet Davenport teamed up with the pair again to record "Surfer Girl," which will be released on the forthcoming Regolith Vol. 1 comp on Moon Glyph.

Velvet Davenport will hit Kings County next week, where the band will play a Bobka show at Monster Island with Ducktails, Wild Nothing and Woodsman on Friday June 18th.

Velvet Davenport- Lemon

Leisure Birds- Burn the Beach (from Moon Glyph's Regolitch Vol.1 comp)

mp3: Sore Eros "Whisper Me"

"Whisper Me The Moon"

Sore Eros Second Chants has been a favorite summer mellow spin since Tom peeped them a few months back. Admittedly, it was the Kurt Vile, Gary War and Ariel Pink connections that drew me in, however it'd be criminal to simply compare Sore Eros to their D-I-Y brethren. Rather than crafting sludgy, decomposed punk, overdriven blues psych or post-ABBA AM Gold, Sore Eros dwell in a cave often inhabited by folks who've chosen to leave the grid in search of the floating mysticism often found in the Mojave Sky. Sore Eros seem to have channeled such energy in the rolling meadows of Connecticut, a state with a well-chronicled penchant for the occult. While much of Second Chants finds Sore Eros whispering in and out of lulls, its gripping highlight, the lilting "Whisper Me," is the culmination of all the soul searching; easy, everlasting in both tone and manta, and effortless, "Whisper Me" may have been the lullaby accused witches at Farmington hummed at night to keep the evil puritans away.

Sore Eros- Whisper Me