‘Sic Alps’ (Drag City)
Self-titled records rarely bode well in the later stages of a band’s career: a sign of redefinition? An unconvincing
solution to an identity crisis? In Sic Alps’ case, it simply underlines their self-assurance in refi ning woozy
garage clatter to the point of near perfection. The pastoral strings of ‘Glyphs’ are a sumptuous garnish to the sort of stoned psychedelia Love As Laughter used to churn out so effortlessly, while the cocksure ‘Wake Up, It’s Over II’ pours gloopy fuzz over its slow-burning rough edges. A couple of piano-led downers bring us to a close; bruised and bleeding, but breathlessly exhilarated.