Julian Lynch’s warping, wobbling Mare offers an enjoyable trip down memory lane for folks who used to view Forced Exposure and Chemical Imbalance as druggier versions of the New Testament. Even if you didn’t — or have no idea what I’m going on about — it should be easy enough to enjoy the underwater loner feel, SCG flourishes, smeary vocals, woozy lo-fi horns, Jersey Devil acid of his scattered compositions. For someone included on our 40 Best New Bands Of 2010, the stuff feels weirdly out-of/of-another time. See, for instance, the pretty acoustic-to-electric psychedelia bit Lynch posted at his Tumblr. He say’s it’s from his new album, that there’s “no definite title yet.” (Ideas?) Take a listen.
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