Lights are yet another welcome addition to the stable at Language of Stone. This time skewing away from the label's love for Philly's finest and heading to Brooklyn to pick up some kindred spirits. Lights don't lean quite as much to the whimsical side that permeates some of the LoS bands but they do fit in nicely with the darker side of things i.e. Orion Rigel Dommisse's haunting childlike death odes and some bits of Ilya E. Monosov's breathy lamentations. One thing that the band do bring in as a welcomed change is a bit of rhythm that befits their Brooklyn roots. The dark thud of skins pound under a scarred fuzz of guitar on many tracks counterbalancing the witchy beauty of the three-part female harmonies that intertwine above the din. The band's eponymous album creeps in unseen and before you know it has charmed your soul away from you with siren voices and equal measures of midnight smolder and rainy afternoon soul.
[MP3] Lights - Break, Run, Fly
[MP3] Lights - Lick The Blood
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