Reviews / Album

Structurally and sonically, this is their most impressive album yet.

Fuzzy, overdriven guitar is given lead billing here, exploring the soundscape and seeping between every nook and cranny, though never losing sight of pop ideals.

The record is as immediate as it’s nostalgic; perfect for a road trip with your old man or toking one on the front porch of a summer’s evening.

Blending the rocky accessibility of Kyuss’ …And The Circus Leaves Town and the jam-o-rama of Blues…, Peace is a groovy stoner rock behemoth. Welcome back to Sky Valley.

Warbled yacht rock (Freaking Out The Neighbourhood), anguished odes (My Kind Of Woman), lurking guitar pop chagrin (Ode To Viceroy) – all done with panache and a lopsided grin. Demarco is a superstar.

Really, to sum it up, this is an album you unquestionably should dig.

There’s an air of pretending to be sad, singing the sad words that need to be said, while actually feeling happy with the sounds created by a new relationship.

There’s something very disturbed about Glow, but for all its viciousness and passion, it’s clear that Jackson, with the help of his Computerband, is a visionary artist who derives pleasure from the aural assault he delivers.

Apparently, there was in-fighting in the band over the inclusion of some of the tracks on this record, but in the end The Paper Kites will be glad it turned out as it did, as will you, because States is stunning.