be still, unsure of rolling down these hill, spin through un-wind. the thrill, our cure walking up these streets finding ways to pass the time.
take me where the kids start fights in California, sinking purple waves and where we would. the glare has caught my eye, euphoric feelings of getting high, and I think that I could.
sleeping in my head. heating up, but my bones chill. is this real or am i dead?
Beautifully blown-out shoegaze, with clarity when it counts. And when the heavy comes in, it hits! I would put this up there with The Butterfly Explosion and Boris’s “Pink” as an example of what shoegaze is capable of in the 21st century.
Pay more than they’re asking. It’s worth it! Brian Parker
The title track pulled me into Slow Crush's orbit, but Tremble held me there - alongside Lull from the Hush LP and the whole of Seasurfer's Dive In, it can send me into an altered state of consciousness. The album vibrates with hints and nudges, from Slowdive twangs to a Corgan-esque chord shift, but Slow Crush are their own sound - thick, dark melodic, etherealistic soundscapes with Isa Holliday's vocals both binding the music and rising above it. One of the best bands in years. sentientpoet