I really appreciate music that feels like you could climb inside, inside it's atmosphere, like a little mini-narnia - infinitely full of space and tiny discoveries. Or big ones. Like James McAvoy's yummytummyTumnus.
I preach reverb, from a synthetic pulpit - but for good godamn reason, cos even a touch just, well, gives a melody space to breathe.
He@vy Hawa11 were trounced into my life by one of my obvious taste-makers, my deplorable guitarist, Colin von Berg. On this latest release, they've cleaned up a couple of their DEMOS in an infinitely minuscule, but pleasing manner - their surf pop rings out true, slow, chiming and SPEKTOR-y as fuck, charming, soft-hearted, chunky & lo-fi-ish, draped with soft neon glow like a carnival - a carnival filled with hidden spooky delights, exploding slowly, with coruscating joy:
There is an undercurrent to their seemingly naive, cutesy, playful sound. Like The Unicorns; there is a darkness underlying these little tales. Albeit with HH the sound is smaller, compacted, less overblown - little packages, snowglobes of joy, sparkly, nostalgic and fragile - a little dash of 50s60s surfiness, a Beach Boys, but crapper.
If I haven't convinced you, well, you're a fucktard and you don't deserve to hear them.
Taste this:
