One of the leading stalwarts of San Francisco's crazy-busy music scene,
standing proudly next to the prolific figures of Ty Segall, Mikal Cronin
and John Dwyer, is Mr. Tim Presley a.k.a.
White Fence.
The soft, creeping psychadelia of Presley's music (which isn't afraid
of jumping out of the box, right at the listener) is becoming more and
more distinctive and defined by him thanks to his amazing work rate over
the last couple of years. Like Segall, he isn't deterred at the
prospect of putting out more than one release a year (the two
collaborated on the wonderful
Hair LP) and almost certainly isn't stricken with writer's block.In a press release for his latest creation,
Cyclops Reap,
Presley gave some insight into his madcap creative process: "After the
death of my father in 2008 I started writing and recording non-stop. I
can't say it was directly because of that trauma, but I think deep down
it might have much to do about it."
Aside from fronting the psych-rock band Darker My Love and occasionally
playing guitar with Austin's Strange Boys, Presley has concocted a whole
barrage of freaky, beautiful and poetic songs in his White Fence
releases, some of which are pain-stakingly lo-fi; in fact the majority
of them being so.
Cyclops Reap instantly strikes you as sounding more accessible than say,
Family Perfume Vols. 1 & 2
thanks to its relatively straightforward flow (for a Presley record)
and floaty, harmonious vibe that can only be described as pure bliss.
Most of Presley's material dips its toe into flower power territory, and
the same can be said for
Cyclops Reap.
