The Spinners

Psychic Chasms (Neon Indian, 2009)

In American, Electronica, Richard Bolisay, Summer Albums on April 13, 2010 at 9:36 am

If your idea of a summer getaway is sprawling yourself on the beach, island hopping, or attending pool parties, but you don’t want to experience any of it—just an idea like I said—then Psychic Chasms is for you. Alan Palomo of Neon Indian borrows the fun of all those summer activities without letting a trickle of sweat roll down on your forehead. So refreshing an album that it quenches, that looking out of your window, glancing at the silence of midday, and wishing nothing but cool air, it feels enough as company, a perfect record for people who would rather stay home than stay out.

All useless thinking happens in summer, especially when the heat starts to turn everyone into monsters, melting wits like melting ice. The tracks in Psychic Chasms offer relief amid all of that. Absorbing the breeze of rhythms and painful distortions, they arouse the senses after your mind decides to have a breather. Listening to “Deadbeat Summer” and “Terminally Chill” is addictive—their catchiness remains despite the colorful laziness of their arrangement, touching the core of pop without a trifle of compromise. As pleasingly lazy as them are “Should have taken acid with you” and “Mind, Drips”, for reasons that they make the trippy first half sustain interest with fairly similar nuances. Repetitive the vibe may be, it’s never tiring. Hooks are everywhere, from the lyrics down to the effects that adorn each song. The beats, albeit recognizable from one another, flow fluidly and stop when they want to. Like being in a party and the spinner decides to take a leak, the magic returns when he spins the record again.

But what is more impressive is that the fillers don’t feel like fillers. “Laughing Gas” and “If I knew I’d tell you” complement the longer tracks as much as they provide hazy transitions, the same way “(AM)” and “7000 (Reprise)” set the mood for opening and closing the spill of groove, melodic even in their sparseness. So infectious the euphoria Psychic Chasms brings that the wooziness becomes oozy—sweaty palms, twitchy pelvis, and spaced-out mind as side effects—and before you know it, summer has already come and gone.

– Richard Bolisay

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