Like a tacky action B-film from the sixties filled with psychedelic jamming and sparse post rock infusions, the Norwegian lads of the Low Frequency in Stereo also adhere to a dram of surf rock gusto gliding on impending waves of cascading avalanche snow in the midst of a pummeling Nordic blizzard on their latest, The Last Temptation of the Low Frequency in Stereo, Vol. 1.
“Big City Lights” glides with a nice splash of brass horns and sugary Farfisa, while drummer Orjan Haaland goes on one of those furious percussive tirades like they did in jazz combos back in the ’50s back, when everyone was all reefered up. Their sound is sparse, kitschy, and bombastic while peppered with organ licks and spiky pop melodies. With so much being thrown down, the LFIS’s production is stripped down to evoke the setting of a dirty garage rock practice space while their tunes are loud and enormous enough to shake the roof off of an arena.
When Hanne Andersen sinks in with her spunky vocal and keyboard hooks, it feels as if the Frequency is a larger than life crossbreed between the Secret Machines and the B-52’s. Their penchant for inducing threadbare prog-rock is one that doesn’t drizzle even with the ten minute title track. It’s like the most psychedelic car chase ever, yet can remain campy enough for Quentin Tarantino to use in some of his films.
“Bahamas” oozes with a loungy deep water splash as the title track itself sums up the band’s very essence, which is like a hint of Krautrock lingering through outer space, which then crashes through the asteroid belt, flying into a black hole deep at the bottom of a fjord.
Kinski – Alpine Static
Pink Floyd – Meddle
Yo La Tengo – And Then Nothing Turned Itself Inside Out