What begins in a haunting ends in an explosion. We Are Parasols' Inertia treks the wastelands with assured machinic soundscapes shimmering and shattering beneath an earth that is quietly burning. The second track, Concrete, is a lush Cocteau Twins like wonder garden of sound. Although this music has fangs it also has a weird, other worldly beauty clinging to it. Lead singer D's vocals burrow underneath your skin like an anesthetic, and the wound that comes next is somewhat wonderful; The Perfect Host-the listener, is opened by a wall of sound, colors generated in slow motion. The sun here is atomic, the hallway; long and dark, yet opening onto splendid ground. Hush washes over you like a black ocean. If Lovecraft could have composed sounds instead of words it might have been somewhat close to this. Quarantine shoots out of the barrel smoking hot, unnerving narrative voices swallowed up by a haunting. Recoil will have you for supper, mirroring that moment when bands like Nurse With Wound scared the living hell right out of you with a sudden jump into the abyss. "Do you even know what you want," screams D. Do you? Something weird this way comes. This music is voodoo spectacular. It haunts, hits and grows right into you, meshes with your DNA, scrambles all your code. Inertia is anything but, this album is all over the map, re-drawing industrial territory with urgency and fearlessness. Keep up with We Are Parasols Website | Facebook | Twitter | Soundcloud | YouTube | Instagram | Bandcamp | Spotify | iTunes Keep up with No Movement Records Website | YouTube Keep up with Shameless Promotion PR Website | Facebook | Twitter | Soundcloud | LinkedIn | Instagram | Email
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