The deafening howling like adroit duo-punks living the last dance in asylum. What we could see was the cauterized limbs of bodies hailing the sea down from the shore with an immeasurable stroke of darkness, luck and heat- Where we saw the exhaustion of the stars wavering so auspiciously in a hapless buzz like that silent sleep we saw creep up upon us.
Polxriod has a sound that never falters, the highs and lows are havoc and noise moving continuously throughout “Standing Still and Going Nowhere” we are pummeled by the breadth of despair and destiny. In “War” the biting, weighty heft that is Polxroid is a tumultuous ring of flames where the eight-limbed fighters end their peril.
The excruciating energy of punch-drunk guitar licks are what we hear from start to finale and the panache best served at a show live, perhaps, plays out well on recording. Polxroid’s moxie is a real livid revolution. Guitars are mauve missiles in decadent fashion.
We stare at the shops all closed waiting for that first rock to be blasted against the machine. Moving like chrome between tiny fissures of space and time. But alas we are really just ageless mannequins emotional by proxy. We listen to the ghost waltz, it becomes a fever moving over us. The slow tangents of vocals, both voices have an effect that makes one feel as though the world is moving in strangeness.
Polxroid’s “Standing Still and Going Nowhere” is a moody album with its youthful exuberance, we are taken through tropes of resistance and love. We are let into the pathways of mesmerizing guitars and haunting vocals. We have some time with ourselves to parse meaning, the unknown and our thoughts ruminating in a hovel of opaque light.
Written by Hari Palacio
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