In some alternate dimension this is worship music. There is a reverence, closing in on idolatry, for the mythologized past of Post-punk and Goth running through the twelve songs on this cassette. That’s not negative: heroes and legends are necessary to measure ourselves by, to be the beacon we are rowing vaguely toward across a infinite plain of water. And while this cassette is proudly displaying its exposed roots, this is not that most sincere form of flattery. Think of it more like a nugget dug from a long thought mined-out vein of gold. Put it on at a party of Cure and Joy Division aficionados and not only will they be asking who it is while trying to purloin your copy but they will be shocked it was released in 2015. Single Lash have nailed the tone of the guitars, the distance and hollowness of the kick drum, the wash of distortion over the chorus; welcome back to the 80s we missed you. This is not, however, mimicry or some kind of misguided cover-band‘s side-project. Single Lash is not trying to join the pantheon, but they have bottled the echoes of their forerunners and distilled something satiating.
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