December 18, 2010
III - Espers 
With III a backlash of sorts fell upon Philadelphia's own Espers: much wyrder than thou lamenting that Greg Weeks, Meg Baird and co. had - horror - moved on to more concise, melody-driven songs, emphasising songcraft over opium den mood and effect. Worse, was wanton besmirching of droned out layered mysticism with obnoxious distorted electric guitar leads and drums actually audible in the mix.
Well, let's hear it for psych prog directness, dive-bombing violins, flanged out guitars and heavy free folkery. Like Albion cousins Trembling Bells, Espers just get better and better.
Oddi wrth y brawd
that which darkly thrives