Released 16 December 2016 via Woah Dad! records
Music can be a tool to transcend, to transmute, to transform. The endless spirals of sound that compose Pink Milk’s Drömmens Skepp single, does just that. It’s a fabulous beast waking to rub the eyes in a room of total pitch black darkness splintered by rapid flashing lights.
A chainsaw of ethereal guitar shatters the walls of glass as heavenly howls of vocals peak in the distance, a wolf before the moon, it’s post-punk gloominess and shoegaze simplicity that drones on and on like the last few dreamy moments upon swallowing a strange sedative. It starts and ends everywhere and nowhere, a perfect piece of music that boils in the earpiece like a slow motion nebulous blast of guitar, bass, drums and vocals. It’s sludge and slime, but sharp-edged and on-point, moaning and groaning like the slumberous depths of a neon deep sea monolith shaking and quaking in a steel dimension.
As words seductively snake around, talks of “our ocean, in silver, approaching dreamily towards shore, a ship with flowers round the rudder is seen, down the heavenly horizon”, its reference points are the pop greats, the poets and the characters of charm and danger, but with a backdrop as static as this unable to be grasped by lazy labels, it grows new limbs and talks an entirely new alphabet.
One cannot wait to hear what Pink Milk has up its sleeves next, but if it’s anything like this; a demonic indie pop symphony that’s all too alien in the eyes and smile to be considered a possible pass for human, the wait will be worth it.
Artist: Pink Milk
Label: Woah Dad!
The most unnerving piece of music I’ve listened to all year.