Carrying fierce waves of emotion, IRREVERSIBLE delivers a paralyzing dose of suspension into the intermediate state. The five members are currently in the process preparing for the release of a new hour-long apocalypse, layered thick with interlocking tonal, lyrical, and thematic parallels. With a constant ebb and flow of intensity, "Sins" is a purging psychedelic journey through spacious infinities, each song fluidly moving from one state of mind to the next. The record consists of a series of anthems aimed to empower, hypnotize, and lull the exponentially evolving human mind. The sound of the eschaton spirals forth, engulfing anything keeping the listener from advancing on the narrow path to truth leading to enlightenment.
Let s be done with this shoegaze thing right now. Not the poor music saddled with the dreadful appellation the term itself. Popularized by mainstream British journalists who spent most of their time scanning their intestinal walls for the first Spice Girls single, it originally referred to a bunch of bands that had little or nothing in common besides dealers. Sure, My Bloody Valentine spent a lot of time looking down on stage, but not out of introversion. The band simply had a long-standing attachment to their eardrums, and hoped that any fragments retrieved might foster surgical restoration at some point in the future. Slowdive merely hung their heads in shame for letting their effects pedals do more work than they. And Lush? Let s change the subject. Besides, Irreversible have way more in common with Isis, Neurosis even Swans than with any of the above, only occasionally broaching nu-gayz terrain, as on the title track. Appropriately for a band with their pedigree, the Atlanta-based quintet matches every gossamer moment say, the dreamy, faraway interlude that opens the song with at least a couple irresistibly crushing ones, often within the space of a few measures. The band s command of texture is impeccable, and guitarists Jackob Franklin and J.J. Hodge excel at weaving countless melodic threads around an adamantine tonal core. Given the manifest knack for convulsive beauty, we wouldn t be surprised if they ended up opening for the reunited My Bloody Valentine on at least a couple dates next summer. Not to say... --Rod Smith / Decibel Magazine