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Mugstar / Cosmic Dead – Breathing Mirror / Fukahyoucastaluh Split LP (2014) review

November 30, 2014

Mugstar / Cosmic Dead – Breathing Mirror / Fukahyoucastaluh Split LP (2014) review

Mugstar / Cosmic Dead – “Breathing Mirror” /
“Fukahyoucastaluh” Split LP (Evil Hoodoo, 2014)
What to hell to do with 20 minutes of vinyl and an
overactive imagination? Turn two of Britain’s cosmic spaced-out cowboys loose
and hope for the best. Which is just about what you can expect from these two
side-long tracks from two of the foremost purveyors of instrumental space rock
ruining brain cells today. The Liverpudlian Mugstar emphasize their second
syllable with a quiet, intergalactic opening to ‘Breathing Mirror’ that evokes
the timelessness and emptiness of space exploration (inner and outer) in the
finest Barrett-era Floydian tradition. There’s a lunatic on the drumkit who’s
pounding out a heart-ripping backbeat for throbbing basslines, exploratory
guitar voyages, and otherworldy sounds of confusion that mimic madness
infiltrating the well-structured mind. Always interesting, never boring, the
lads pull out all the stops on their journey to worlds and brain cells you
never knew existed. About eight minutes in, the atmosphere thins out, the
breathing mirror begins gasping for meaning in its surroundings, and ominous
star clusters twinkle mysteriously all around you. Something is out there…are
you willing to find out what…or why? Proceed at your (and your mind’s) own
risk…. Works best for late-night/early morning come downs.
               Glaswegian
space rock may sound like an oxymoron, but only by short-sighted ox-y morons
who are afraid to accept anything out of their limited comfort zones. Now,
admittedly, that title is not gonna garner any airplay, but I suspect they
don’t give a feck. [I’m not sure, but perhaps it was a line from Scorsese’s The
Departed?] Recorded at (and perhaps experienced as outtakes from) the sessions
that yielded their latest (Easterfaust) earlier this year, it consists of their
trademark brainfrying vibe crossbred with an improvisational flair that always
seems to suck you in to their vortex of swirling atmospherics in true
Hawkwind/Ozric Tentacle grooviness. A bit of krautocking mellowness permeates
the proceedings, which ebb and flow through various mood swings on the way to
find out the secret of the universe or, how to get “castaluh” (and you) as
fucked up as possible before they run out of plastic.
Review made by Jeff Penczak/2014
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