Josefin

Things like omens ought to matter when your band is a psych-rock outfit with a name lifted from the Tibetan Book of the Dead, and last year, they certainly looked good for Josefin Öhrn and Fredrik Joelson. The ‘Diamond Waves’ EP pointed to a lineage running from scuzzy Hawkwind-style wig-outs and tribalism through to Trish Keenan’s delicate cooing with Broadcast and bagged the Swedish pair a live slot supporting acid-fried compatriots Goat in the process. Yet here we are with a first full-length which betrays the early promise of all that free-flowing psychedelia and melodicism in favour of monochrome motorik that would be better suited to chugging along the M1 than dropping acid to on the corner of Haight and Ashbury.

Sometimes the refracted krautrock works, like on ‘Talk’ – which nakedly lifts its rhythm from Can’s ‘Paperhouse’ wholesale – along with ‘Take Me Beyond’ and the dance-punkish ‘Green Blue Fields’. In the main though, it’s easy to wonder why Öhrn and Joelson didn’t just follow last year’s omens.

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