Lorelle Meets The Obsolete- On Welfare lp (Captcha)

Mexican psych-rock that owes a bunch to Goblin and Morricone, according to Hoppe. I wouldn't know. Sounds good and floating, like a fuzzed out Mazzy Star, Bardo Pond, shit I dunno. Female vocals. Good.

Captcha ponders:
What makes a record truly great? Is it note after note coalescing into a sonic shape and emotion? Lyrics add weight and depth, making the intangible, tangible. Pulsing through all of this there is something (the French have a wonderful phrase for it) that is equally ethereal and concrete; you feel as though you know it, as if it's been there all along, a thing unknown yet fully comprehended, sustained, made manifest. With their first LP Lorelle Meets The Obsolete have captured this most compelling thing, and Captcha Records has been chosen to present it to you on vinyl. Art is subjective. In the end it's for you, dear listener to decide.

Having recently relocated from Guadalajara to D.F., LMTO's debut album is titled "On Welfare." The album brings the listener on this migration. The opening track, Traveler, brilliantly sets the tone. However, should you see "The Obsolete Man" stumble and fall over himself through space and time repeatedly, doomed to echo his mistakes as though cast in some Sisyphean musical, would you lend him a hand? Perhaps you might take pause at the street corner and breathe: inhale, exhale: repeat, as "Waitin' on the Orange Sunshine" blooms, expanding, encompassing everything you relate to, having your brain pan seared by the itchy, repetitive jam "The Means of Production." Not to worry. Delicately plucked notes, like the petals of so many flowers, begin to shimmer radiantly, cymbals hearkening a light at the end of the tunnel; truly "These Days." Having traveled this far you will no doubt recognize "This Plain City," if only for the effigy that LMTO have created by setting it on fire merely to watch it burn. Take these remnants and do with them what you will. Like a hulking synesthetic lurching newly born unto this world, you will cobble together your own reality wherein the songs shall be part and parcel of a spectacular edifice containing a stark simplicity equal parts achingly beautiful and fantastically haunting mixed with a roaring psychedelic sound bound to bifurcate, yet in so doing, mend your soul.