REVIEW: The Wrists – S/T


The Wrists
The Wrists
auralgamiSOUNDS

Splayed on the floor with mental and bodily fatigue, suddenly there’s this leeward tide of an ethereally welcoming bass guitar, refusing to allow anything, but a generous return into a galaxy of spirited sound, parted by a distant cry of sinister vocals that eventually plunges into a shaking riff pit. It’s with the first song “Untitled” that The Wrists welcome you into their world with their self-titled debut on AuralgamiSOUNDS.

It’s almost a familiar welcome. The Wrists were born out of the demise of Natives, born out of the demise of Invaders. I hear connections to these bands, but through very subtle sonic relations. Most notable to me is that carriage that holds both psych-fuzz close to semi-surfish leads from the guitar. These players have a full power of swallowing the influences found in psychedelia, garage and spy-rock tunes and yelling back out a melodic rock from a future that can be harsh and melodic simultaneously.

The song “Tombs” measures as my favorite piece on the record, kicking in as track two with a sweep of cool, enchanting catchiness that almost gazes at shoes with a sadness in its delivery, but continues with a mid-tempo gait that becomes ingrained with a swaying, tapping rhythm.

The vocals are often swimming in a rain of reverb, adding to a ghostly dreaminess of these songs that can swerve into a noisiness at the drop of a drip. Speaking of drips, the song “The Drip” scalds with its own shreddiness that showcases the dynamics of this record.

The Wrists will celebrate their cassette release at Haymarket on Friday, January 16, which will also feature performances by A7A and Cher Von.