Though surrealist art has never really done much for me, and I’m not entirely sure what it is, there’s something lip-bitingly attractive about music entering the world of the surreal and this latest tune from Chastity Belt does just that.
Further out than someone who has spent the last five months being told to ‘go long’, the hazy guitars rhythms and constant snare hit mix in a peculiar way to form a somewhat unsteady yet still unfathomably reliable basis for Gretchen Grimm to lay her intoxicating vocals across and pull you in more firmly than an anxious mother in the middle of given birth to a surprise triplet. There’s not the slightest hint of any urgency about this tune, even when the fully fuzzy up guitars rumble in, and the chorus is a pop gem that’s worthy of at least a smattering of applause.
In the end it’s the guitars that ultimately steal the show and, as they roam free like organic chickens, you can’t help but look on and marvel at the natural beauty in front of you. Well, in your ears. You get it.