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Prettiest Eyes

Volume 3

    Last year’s Pools having taken up a sizable chunk of Castle Face’s cold dark hearts, the label was delighted to hear that LA post-industrial trio Prettiest Eyes have a new gang of crowd-stirrers. None too early, either; once one’s become accustomed to their clanging synthetic orbit, it’s hard to find other tunes that truly scratch the same itch.

    Volume 3 bursts at the seams with chrome-dipped timbres and surprise sharp edges, alien klaxon-calls and wailing dissonance offsetting the ziplock’d grease of their insistent drum and bass grooves. Prettiest Eyes are one of the most exciting live bands going on right now, and Volume 3 catches them in fine fettle.

    STAFF COMMENTS

    Barry says: Prettiest eyes is exactly what i'd expect from Castle Face. A clanging and genre-bending combination of psych rock, post-punk and stoner-synth stuff, all wrapped together with a distorted aesthetic and hypnotic drive. Completely insane, and undeniably brilliant.

    TRACK LISTING

    1. Johnny Come Home
    2. It Cost's To Be Austere
    3. I Don't Know
    4. Mr. President
    5. Nekrodisco
    6. The Shame
    7. Another Earth
    8. Marihuana
    9. Summer In LA
    10. No More Summer
    11. Strange Distance
    12. La Maldad

    Prettiest Eyes

    Pools

      Los Angeles (formerly Puerto Rican) punk band sizzles the brain on their sophomore album.

      For fans of Screamers, Suicide, Chrome, and The Birthday Party.

      “Very pleased to be working with Prettiest Eyes. I first saw them ages ago at the Satellite and they were cake-takers that night. Now, they are stronger and weirder than ever. I couldn’t believe this new batch of tunes and their bananasenergy live show and, their fans are hard-core heads, just a soup of dance and mouths agog. Brutal, fractured, pogoing beats played by Pachy [Garcia], also the singer, belching out vocal smoke rings in the laser light above the din—they are flat out commands, militaristic in their delivery and yet catchy, like you like em. Marcos, an extro-sensual bassist who climbs inside of your mind-clothes while grinding out aggressively greasy throbs and pulls and Paco, the keyboardist, who at times plays reeling wailing lines that could be mistaken for a number of other instruments…and the hair on this dude! I have a hard time remembering how nice his face is offstage, all you can see is a whip wigging out.

      They are captivating, they are odd, they make strange and interesting choices. Futuristic and yet drawn from the same sonic sludge that all mankind derives from, they live and breathe early Los Angeles-punk vibes while still innovating at every turn. There is electricity in this sound, they simply rule and what a pleasure to hear Pools doesn’t stray far from what makes them just melt it in person. Recorded perfectly to harness the animal on a nice inanimate slab of plastic you can take home. For fans of Screamers, Suicide, Chrome, and yes, a hint of a down unda Birthday Party.” - John Dwyer.

      TRACK LISTING

      1. Don’t Call
      2. Mire Nena
      3. Pools
      4. No Hands Pete
      5. Dandy
      6. Untitled
      7. See Saw
      8. Gold Snake
      9. Let Me Touch
      10. Prance
      11. Uncut
      12. A Sweet Song


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