Pylon Reenactment Society - Part time Punks Session: Reviewed by Ingrid Calderon

        Lead singer Vanessa Briscoe Hay brings the crooning, the raw. Punk with a palette. Punk with grain, and composition. Punk with texture and tone. Their sound tastes like rust. Fingers dug deep inside the palm.

Their opening track Feast on my Heart is an undercurrent of rippled squalls. A guttural humming of honey drip. There’s a slight Devo-ish quality in their buzz, with a heavy helping of Suburban Lawns.

Precaution is a hive of bees, stinging through chords and melodies. A cheerleader anthem for the damned. A crooked dance that aligns. Ksets off sunsets across the lids, a post-apocalyptic  roundness that births indulgent notes. Leaving us full, but starved for more. It’s hard to not sway like so many waves on the hips. Like so many moths to a flame.

Crazy is a love song disguised as sandpaper. An epic bird view of a song. Great heights live in-between those chords. Something heard but not touched. Love also lives there, if only, temporarily.

These are genuine musicians. You can feel the calloused fingers, the decades of practice. You can feel the vastness of small rooms in their sound. The vastness of endurance and integrity. They smell of time and space and truth. A highway of old roads travelled, of grieved directions and a fire that never went out.

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