Obsidian sounds like Wiesenfeld crying while drunk and half-submerged in a bathtub of cold water, but he actually makes it sounds sexy.
Digression aside, Obsidian sounds like Wiesenfeld crying while drunk and half-submerged in a bathtub of cold water, but he actually makes it sounds sexy. The 24-year-old's had a hard time of it – on top of the alienating process of becoming a super-internet-famous-hype-act (which in itself is a brutal emotional levy) he almost died from an E. Coli infection last year, and god only knows how he translated that experience into songwriting material. The nauseating drone of synthesiser and lugubrious mid-tempo beats is pregnant with pathos – opener Worsening sets a gloomy pace, Miasma Sky sounds exactly like what its title proposes, Phaedra is immersive and compelling. Obsidian is haunting, sprawling, and really well produced – it's been a boring year for Wiesenfeld's particular hybrid of electronica and alt-rock, a genre that was waxing full barely two years ago. Baths has been compared to Neon Indian and lazily classed as chillwave, but the act's true ancestor is probably sprung from '90s alt-darlings Placebo's monsoonal sexual frustration. It's not a matter of if you love it, but to finish Baths' sentence – “This isn't the adulthood I thought I wrote”.
This week's new sets include the return of UK's Foals plus local acts Last Dinosaurs, The Snowdroppers and The Paper Kites.