First off, at time of writing Mr Wilson is still very much with us – and was absolutely killing it at Kendal Calling last time (the only time) mine and his paths crossed. Itchy Teeth are perhaps getting in their tribute to a true musical great before the inevitable comes, and they do so in more than suitable style.
There’s more than a touch of The Beach Boys about these sounds as the ever-so-weird band once more step off the radar and into a psychedelic wet dream. With no regard at all for convention, the Itchy boys step into the past and future all at once – mixing dreams of silver spaceships with effects that haven’t been heard on a popular music record in a fair few decades. Calming and uplifting, to-ing and fro-ing, giving me cravings – the list is endless. It has also brought possibly my favourite band quote of the day: “Everybody knows the predictable story of the beautiful and dead 27 year old, upon whom pop music’s mythology is built, however, as much as Brian Wilson should have died from the strange substances he consumed, he escaped this fate – meaning either…. He’s not human, some otherworldly aura protects him or the strange substances actually helped him survive.”
Ladies and gentlemen, Itchy Teeth.
We Close Tonight 