Colourmusic present themselves as a band mostly inspired by, obviously, colour theory. And while the brief description of their latest LP, My ______ Is Pink, name checks Newton, it is arguably the Goethe interpretation that we can tie in here. While Newton was caught up in the whole mish-mash of the visible spectrum as a be all end all for his theory, Goethe saw colour as being defined by the perception and mind. Similarly, Colourmusic is a head trip more than a feast for the eyes; a project so heavily indebted with this release to the space between your ear and the other ear. With delicate swashes and vast strokes on the canvas of the listener, My ______ Is Pink manages to weasel its way into the mind despite not being a 'sing along:' album, a gesture and fact that actually strengthens the uniqueness of their bend on psych music.

From the get go things are enticing and beckoning at the mind. Thick distortion and cutting hi-hats in the vein of A Place to Bury Strangers mixed with Amon Düül II form those lovely contusions that good noise rock does. I have to step aside immediately and admit that I listened to this album in headphones primarily, a move that invigorated the mix and injected it directly to my lobes. To not listen to this album in headphones or at least cranked up is a sin and disservice, for with bass that thick and guttural you have to feel it, man. Enough hippy dippy bullshit though, because that's not the ethos here, especially when the third track rides a simple but effective groove and blends the sparse elements used to great effect. A touch of tambourine, a wash of ambience and noise, a driving bass, a distant guitar, it all creates an aural smoothie as nourishing as it is unsettlingly slinky. Helping the case is the vocal performance and recording, combining Bradford Cox's thin but commanding delivery with the aforementioned APTBS and a hint of home recording close-mic'd lip noise. While that trend ties the album together, the music shifts gears a couple of times here, beginning with pummelling noise rock before transforming into psychedelic rock that bridges the gaps between recent Animal Collective, Deerhunter, and even hints of HEALTH while maintaining a distinct sense of songwriting and production that makes Colourmusic stand out from the pack as the simultaneously join it.

Also worth noting here: the songwriting under a microscope. It's a thing of extreme efficiency, with most songs playing out their running time in measured paces. Each moment here is used to the fullest, even in silence there resounds timing and craft. Given that most tracks here (barring track 10's ridiculously fucking great 10:21) are under 4:00 or barely scrape 4:30 max, no one song really wears its welcome out and (even better) they hold up pretty well to repeated listens. Sure there are the inevitable lower moments (track 5 hits as Menomena lite at first but picks up halfway through), and at times I find myself wanting a different vocal delivery (track 5 again), but it's forgivable enough. Head and shoulders above the rest is that tenth track, an epic that glides on gilded wings with a platinum mace. Thanks to the lean writing and use of krautrock tendencies like self-propelling ostinatos, this song could be 15:00 and it would still feel like 5:00. As impressive as it is daunting, this single track alone serves as such a centerpiece that I could easily end here. But no, there are more things to be heard yet, like the well timed and paced breather moments afterwards that continue the excitement and motion. Even the thirteenth track, a loop of the sound of the shore, works in context despite its excessive running length; a soothing and much needed break from the layers or lack thereof that have relentlessly worked their way into the brain. But, of course, things are quickly back to their old habits, and My _______ Is Pink closes the only way that would work: with a jaunty but menacing paean to giving love that ends as abruptly as it began.

I hate histrionics and even more so I despise undue praise (both in certain contexts, of course, are fine), but I feel no qualms about saying that this is one of the most promising things I've heard this month. We'll see how it ages over the next month or so, but after repeated listens I have yet to tire of Colourmusic's mysterious underscore.

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