Xinlisupreme - Tomorrow Never Comes



All those bands you like - the ones with plummeting spirals of sound and melody and noise and emotion, the ones that make you want to bang your head repeatedly against the nearest wall in a vain attempt to jolt your brain into being more capable of fully understanding the sheer size and beauty of what you're listening to - Sigur Ros, Oceansize, Tool, feel free to add a few of your own for good measure - these bands have all been momentarily eclipsed by a tiny, distant entity that glimmers intensely despite its remoteness. In a couple of moments it'll pass out of our orbit and you'll be greeted again by the sight of your familiar stars, because unless the unthinkable happens and the likes of Xinlisupreme actually get some real exposure, it's unlikely that many people will hear this record. This is a goddamn shame.

If you want musical references, recall the Cocteau Twins, My Bloody Valentine, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Sigur Ros - all that is otherworldly and blurred and fully capable of forcing shards of glassy noise into the flesh of your mind while remaining elusive and untraceable - but then splice it with the peculiar and frequently disturbing electronic ramblings of Aphex Twin and Merzbow. If you want descriptions, it's ghostly, pretty, wistful, entrancing, saddening, looping, shuddering and beautiful - it's the sound of whispers from long-buried faces in childhood photographs, of waves lapping off the coast of Japan, of being utterly unable and unwilling to describe and define why you feel the way you do. It's piercing Shields guitars and rattling, organic layered rhythms all growing out of each other like some unnamed subterranean plant species. If you want more hyperbole about it, email me or tag my board - I'll be happy to rave at you some more. If you actually want to hear it and have your heart broken by Xinlisupreme, go and order it at fat-cat records. Come inside and play... get broken.