Fake Surfers, the fourth album from Seattle's junk-punk, noise-pop foursome the Intelligence, begins like the opening scene from The Godfather.
The opening track slowly pans across hazy tones while a haunted, sci-fi traipse carries as much of the album's punch as the songs themselves. There's no telling if the same languid pace will dominate the record, or if it will suddenly burst into a cacophony of crunching, art-rock kerang. But the tension soon breaks as a wall of ecstatic guitars take hold in Tower.
I have always loved that Peter Gunn guitar sound a little reverb and something super simple played on one string, says the groups vocalist and founding member, Lars Finberg, as he mills over a list of antiquated science-fiction fodder from Devo to Stanley Kubrik's 2001: A Space Odyssey that has shaped his palette.
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