Pitchyfork's [Freudian sic] recent list of best shoegaze album's got me digging, realizing I'm not as into shoegaze as it seems like I should be. But here's a third album, that by Baker's Theory of Third Albums, is the make or break breakoff, where they cast off what got em there and see what's at the heart -- and what Slowdive's casting off is, more or less, shoegaze, altogether.
Everythings stripped down to emptiness, down to what's left when you cast off from Souvlaki Space Station. This has (far) more in common with Laughing Stock or Spiderland than Loveless/Nowhere/etc, drifting off into post-rock reverberation vacuum nothing.
It's gorgeous. Adventurous, daring, beautiful, and their best album, if I can so blaspheme.
Pygmalion's only 48 minutes, but it feels longer, in a good way, melting minutes into hours. And what I'm in love with is the listen, yes, borderline ambient, eternal and strange. But also with the boldness that it takes to make a hard turn into something new, instead of grinding the same sound to death or disappearing for a couple decades (you know who you are).
Majestic, daring stuff that rewards close/repeated listens 4/5
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