Terrific little Berlin band with a new self titled LP ready for you to buy and love, out on three colours of vinyl, red, white or black, from Fin Du Monde.
The sound’s pretty minimal for a five peice, which is a good thing (stay with me on this one), since there’s two types of good bands in the world, small groups that sound big, and big bands that sound small. If you’re going to have a band with heaps of people doing all sorts of shit, you don’t want it to be an auditory clusterfuck. Which Ray Omega have avoided, thankfully.
That was a compliment, in case you’re wondering, one posed in the very most roundabout way possible, but it’s there.
Musicwise, think Talking Heads or Robocop Kraus, but more airy and melodic than the both of them, a bit soaring and anthemic, if you want to use words like that, I try not to, you shouldn’t either.
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