Almost every artist nowadays seems to take an interest in the combination of noise, drone and pop sensibility. The Goslings * could be described like that, too. But I must admit that the droning aspect is far more dominant than the pop sensibility part - but that makes the music all the more dynamic and surprising in this case. Effervescent noise. Bubbly mud. It's surprisingly extrovert music. Brutal, yet somehow tender, this album is. Vocals are included on some tracks, and Leslie Soren's distorted voice sounds great beneath the layers of droning guitar feedback and sometimes drums. For a sunny afternoon in May, it's a perfect album. My thoughts drift towards bamse the dog, a text that does not write itself, a sun that never sets, the transient nature of stuff.* why are the Goslings, along with some other band, referred to as a "husband-and-wife duo"? When I'm listening to Between the dead, I'm not really intrested in the marital status of the band members.
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