#3754 Flat Worms - Flat Worms

4.5/5 it's not that Flat Worms don't come out the gate hard. their relentless post-motorik hits from beat zero, songs that so go go go with names like Motorbike, Goodbye Texas, Accelerated.

But that's all windup, something subtle happens that ignites all that laid powder, that shoves that momentum into a drift and pedal down, right around White Roses, into 11816, into Fault Line, and there's that sense of something that in increments grew out of your control, a speed wobble a third of the way down a hill of unimaginable steepness and abrasive potential. That texture roughens, the complexity ratchets, and you can't say that the album's changed exactly, but that you failed to appreciate the cumulative effect of psychic acceleration. One of the insidiously excellently paced albums, rivaling Faux Ferocious and The Men for irresistible forward tilt into breathlessness