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Pete Nolan has been Spectre Folk since before drumming and strumming in Magik Markers was his main gig, and will be Spectre Folk long after he shuffles off this mortal coil. The main benefit of ghost folk is, you can play it way after you’re dead, continue→

and while you’re alive the Spectre can haunt any decent willing body with a gift for the unreal. This time around fellow Michigander Steve Shelley (Sonic Youth) ran drums, Peter Meehan (The Grey Lady) glued guitar and Aaron Mullan (Tall Firs) slithered bass in the Folk, creating an alchemy the Spectre hasn’t floated since the days of basement wig wearing, in the short-lived Norman Bates-era.

The band entered Echo Canyon West with the intention of recording a 7″ of the “up-tempo” version of “Blackest Medicine,” the title cut from the 2007 home-fi Woodsist debut. After several sessions, they emerged with a four song studio collage monster that won’t fit in your locker and smells like smoked banana peels and undies blowing down an alleyway. A vibraphone, piano, and a plate reverb unit the size of a brooklyn apartment were all employed by the Spectre like Uri Gellar used spoons, inappropriately, desperate and bent. They physically turned the 2 inch reel of tape over so Peter Meehan could put subliminal backwards masking under his Erkin Koray worthy guitar solo on “4th Dimension Refs” and Nolan put the Temple Screamer to good use on tracks one and two, using samples of Shirley Temple Black’s ‘Good Ship Lollipop’ as vocoder harmonies on choruses. As far as we know, this record also features the first gong solo by legendary skinsman Steve Shelley, since the gong heavy debut Crucifucks LP.

Oh yeah, it’s full of burning psych-pop jammers too! Earmarking Nolan’s long standing but unspoken obsession with personal hygiene, “Keep Your Teeth Clean!” is a krauty suite that betrays Shelley and Mullan’s recent stint as the rhythm section for Neu! Their teutonic influence has the effect of putting the dreamy psych-fuzz that Nolan exhibited on last year’sCompass lp through a blender.. with a frog… that spills out into a wide open milky wayhead zone. You can’t snuggle with this record, so strap yourself in and feel the G’s! Fearless as a lemming, Nolan has created a private universe here, a Society of the Spectre-cal if you will, and his gift is his freedom. Let’s have a drift. Elisa Ambrogio

Pete Nolan ha sido Spectre Folk desde antes de rasguear y tocar la batería en Magik Markers, y lo seguirá siendo por siempre. La ventaja principal del ghost folk, es que puedes seguir tocandolo después de muerto, y mientras estás vivo el espectro puede frecuentar cuerpos complacientes con un regalo para lo irreal. Esta vez acompañado de Steve Shelley (Sonic Youth) en batería, Peter Meehan (The Grey Lady) en guitarra y Aaron Mullan (Tall Firs) en el bajo, creando una alquimia en la que the Spectre no había flotado desde esos días en el sótano usando pelucas.

La banda entró en Echo Canyon West con la intención de grabar un 7″ con una version up-tempo de ”Blackest Medicine,” título del debut en Woodsist Records en 2007. Después de varias sesiones, los cuatro miembros emergieron con un monstruoso collage. Vibráfonos, pianos, y una unidad de reverb del tamaño de un apartamento de Brooklyn, fueron empleados por Spectre Folk como una especie de Uri Geller. Peter Meehan agregó mensajes subliminales enmascarado detrás de los loables solos de guitarra de Erkin Koray en “4th Dimension Refs”, y Nolan le dió buen uso al screamer en los tracks 1 y 2, usando samples de “Good Ship Lollipop” de Shirley Temple. Por lo que sabemos, esta grabación también presenta el primer solo de gong por el legendario skinman Steve Shelley.

Lleno de ardientes jams de psych-pop, una obsesión tácita con la higiene personal, “Keep Your Teeth Clean!” es una krauty suite que traiciona la reciente unión Shelley/Mullan como sección rítmica de Neu!. No puedes acurrucarte con este disco, ponte el cinturón y siente su fuerza G. Nolan ha creado un universo privado, una sociedad Espectri-Cal si se quiere, y su regalo es la libertad. Sigamosle la corriente. Elisa Ambrogio

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