The UK’s underground lo-fi scene is moving along with increasing velocity with Old Forest, Sealings, Slow Coaches and especially KEEL HER raising eyebrows. Mesmerising, nuanced, dirty and beautiful; London four-piece HONEYSLIDE release their self titled EP echoing the sadness and heartache found in My Bloody Valentine, Pixies and Pavement, as well as the desert haze and distorted psychedelic miasma of Death in Vegas. The band’s name was conceived from two things they liked and merged together; subsequently discovering what a Honeyslide actually is (a honey glazed bud of weed) – a fitting name for the emotions HONEYSLIDE’s sound conjures.EP opener Made for You kicks off with a steady beat, tender base and warm yet wraithlike vocals before launching into an epic unholy uproar, reminiscent of contemporaries Tribes, provoking memories of drunken sunrises. Drippin, opens with a dark romanticism in its tear jerking piano rift, which falls into an ethereal fuzz and slides effortlessly with its gossamery orchestration into the coarse blur of Sickly – encompassing a jaded Sunday morning vibe.
The ‘secret’ closing track Walter Steiner, provides a fitting end to the EP – a fuzzy, distorted wave of lo fi psychedelia, and intelligently devoid of vocals allowing the eerie haze of delicately distorted guitars, brooding bassline and melodic synths to drift away; leaving the listener unsure of their sobriety yet longing for more.
