Art Mist will make your record room smells like old cigarettes and well-worn black leather; it’s cool, bro, and as such you might miss its power the first few times through. Give Pheromoans the benefit of a few turns and the rewards are many. The singer’s got that incredulous, Colin Newman-of-Wire delivery, subtle and blessed with an off-kilter sensibility reminiscent of Nikki Sudden of Swell Maps. Mentioning The Fall would be too eas-… oops, there, I did it without realizing it. On Side A the instrumentals don’t talk very loud, but they carry a big stick. “My Wild Irish Dream” kicks off Side B and proceeds to turn that approach upside-down, flaring out via loud synths and creepy echo. “Beazer Homes Again” might be the best entry here, truly a strong post-punk statement, rare as that is, with a foot still in the garage. Four songs, four reasons to hit the 45 RPM button and take off.
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