After hearing a recent White Void (solo guise of Frederik Lind Köppen) 12-inch I knew what to expect from his ‘main’ band, Communions: Tons of glorious lo-fi treble, disaffected singing that isn’t afraid to care, and a sub-Crystal Stilts brand of post-punk that dips even further underwater. I received the pristine second press of this puppy, on white wax, and each song inhabits its own specific space even if the overall method behind them is the same. I’ll never understand how bands manage to do it; these chords represent the same rudimentary combinations we’ve all been hearing for years, yet Communions find a way to make these simple combinations not only work, but work wonders. The murky production matches the emotional motif of the quartet aptly, blurring the landscape like a pair of sunglasses at night or cigarette smoke mushrooming from a table at a diner. More please.
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