A Grave with No Name Mountain Debris
Largely conceived in the London bedroom studio of frontman Alex Shields, Mountain Debris is an […]
Largely conceived in the London bedroom studio of frontman Alex Shields, Mountain Debris is an impressive collection of distortion-bathed pop tunes that manages to stand out, even in an increasingly crowded lo-fi field. Combining a rough-around-the-edges pop pedigree with the warm fuzz of C86, the bleak soundscapes of vintage shoegaze, and just a hint of sweet psychedelic swirl, A Grave With No Name crafts impressively affecting songs that rarely crack the two-minute mark. It’s something like Jay Reatard on Quaaludes. Whether it’s woozy acoustic pop (“Lavender,” “Open Water”), noisier shitgaze (“And We Parted Ways at Mt. Jade), or stompy proto-grunge that tugs at your heartstrings (album standout “Sofia”), Mountain Debris is a stellar first effort.