Sic Alps have already been getting their fair share of hype on the web for their dusty, bottom-end-of-a-bong psych-rock racket (Aquarius nailed it, calling ’em “cave-pop”), but I feel it’s time I bring the noise here as well.
They’re whipping up a slop that stinks of fellow San Fran psychster John Dwyer’s work as The OhSees, or a slow-spun version of his now-defunct Coachwhips, thrust through with the sparking gtr electricity of The Dead C.
There’s been debate as to their status as bearers of the new wave of lo-fi. Personally, I call bullshit as the claim reeks of indie-marketing of the saddest form. But it is true that listening to them makes me remember what first ignited my interest in Pavement back in the day.
Their new one, U.S. EZ is out now on Siltbreeze. A compilation of their scary-limited vinyl releases on Animal Disguise is already OOP, but copies are still available online or can be dug up in decent record shops with only mild sleuthing.
Track ’em both down and dig in. This shit sticks to your ribs.