Dichroics – s/t LP (self-released)
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Now we’re talkin’! About what, I’m not sure, but that’s gotta be the beauty with this beauty. This will be the one VERY SPECIAL RECORD in this 10 – 20 title review-run; a record that the house should shelter forever. Not that rising value will ever tempt, as this band is too good and smart for these 500 copies to transcend $5 used-bin purgatory in the next decade or decade-and-a-half. That’s when the world will catch up to Dichroics; a band that have chosen the perfect name so as to make anyone and everyone sound stupid upon imperfect pronunciation in mixed company. See, that won’t happen, either, as only the four band members and perhaps Mr. Jason Loewenstein (how is it that Sebadoh can contain both the most difficult interview subjects and the easiest in all of rockdom!?!) actually know how to properly say “Dichroics” and I’m afraid that no one, certainly not myself, can properly write about them. Their music is akin to prime-era Trumans Water if that were to happen right here, right now, right in what I like to call our current musical landscape when feeling optimistic: The Seismic Shift-Change. But who is equipped to predict what that might be like? Real words from a real random fratboy doorman in 1993 when declining my colleague’s non-license-carrying ass entry to the basement of a shitty dance club where Trumans Water were set to perform to exactly seven people: “Art rock?!?! Dude, I heard their sound-check…more like SHIT ROCK. I can’t letcha in, but trust me, you ain’t missin’ dick.” Like the words a cable TV ad will soon end with: “Don’t miss dick” I’d like to hereby apologize to this band for reviewing their completely excellent and beautifully-inspired album nine months after it was released…released, I might add, on a Saturday (Sept 10th, 2011). Dichroics can do whatever they want to do. Oh, they sound almost NOTHING like Trumans Water (to discriminating ears …). Hear this fucking record, posthaste. (http://dichroics.bandcamp.com)
(Andrew Earles)
