Despite the tropical name, coconuts have little to do with sun or sand or island breezes. Instead the group fashions funeral paced incantations that waft in on sinister vibes of grinding guitars and ceremonial drums. The heavy fist of fear grips around their cold, industrial wasteland rhythms and burns images of grey psychedelic furor into the back of the retinas. As the album progresses the funeral procession sounds open up to slashing rain and ripped torrents of feedback sirens. Coconuts sound doesn't adhere to closely to any one genre but seems to have found itself the perfect precarious balance between psych, noise and industrial; a hard feat to pull off without sinking backward but they pull it off masterfully.

[MP3] Coconuts - Silver Lights

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

what record label is this on?

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Blogger mjq said...

No Quarter

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

no quarter

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