Think Blade Runner meets Mighty Boosh in a Tarantino-presented blues festival. like a night of magic mushies, Pink Lemonade approaches goofy distortions and effects with cinematic, existential vision. There were several moments I equated my first listen of the album with a serious psychedelic trip insane, abstract correlations and strange words I'd never heard before, not to mention visions of dinosaurs and techno-prostitutes. The results are tart, and occasionally profound.Īt the start of it, the soft, reverberating nature soundscape gives way to odd-meter riffs, sensual grooves, and the most tasteful of ludicrous lyrics. But in taking more than one cue from contemporaries Mars Volta, Closure in Moscow have served us Pink Lemonade with a serious dose of psychedelic sauciness, unafraid to grin defiantly through even their most twisted of vibes. Such an obstacle is deftly illustrated in the soulful saga that has become Closure in Moscow.įive years after their 2009 post-rock inspired debut, fans could easily expect the sounds of a band matured. But as a fan, sometimes we can't stress it enough if it ain't broken, don't fix it. In the role of the artist, nostalgia and complacency can easily turn into enemies.
*We musicians can be a fickle, endlessly discerning bunch.
Review Summary: Not too sweet, not too sour, five years later, Pink Lemonade is a downright psychotropic epic.