Fulmars, The
The Fulmars
Melodies everywhere. Hidden ones, obvious ones, the kind that stick around long after the magic is gone. The Fulmars, Hagen's lo-fi experimental indie outsiders, return with 13 haunting songs on their first proper full-length album. It's filled with warm lo-fi guitar hooks, carried by Teacherface's stripped-back Roland drum machine pulse and Fabian Dietz's soft, delicate vocals. Modern castaways' music, truly seeing the light, somewhere between the hazy spirit of The Velvet Underground, the playful weirdness of early Throw That Beat In The Garbagecan!, the tender shadows of Dead Moon, and the hypnotic austerity of Party of One. There is a lot of tragedy, all covered in positive agility. Hypnotic simple charmers compellingly recorded by the illusionists behind the delicate Hüüpnootsche Platen Un Kassetten cassette label. If you listen in a row, you will fall into a calm flow, time is on the go, and you so, in The Fulmars circle, disappearing in melodies, those hidden, obvious, glorious. You will fall for the voice, their "rollie" grooves carry you out there, browsing on irresistible humble guitar vibes. Be ready to watch the blue birds fly, it's a real streetside surprise, for your pleasure, please don't call it leisure.