It’s 1am and I should be getting to be to rise early enough to sort everything out before I head to San Diego to see Taking Back Sunday, sleep in a car and then head back on a Greyhound Saturday morning. Instead I’m feeling like a teen on their first trip with Mary Jane thanks to the soundtrack provided by Hand Sand Hands is providing with their new record, Lord of Talk. I personally don’t know what that or any other trips feel like, but I have a feeling they sound a little something this modern psychedelic nightmare.
WARNING: Do not ever play “Before Home” when you are indeed home, it is dark out and you are alone. The voice that welcomes you to the record sounds like someone whispering in your ear seconds before they bite it off. That really set the mood for the rest of the listening experience. It wasn’t like a traditional horror experience though; less gore, more scare tactics for the mind. That’s to be said with “The Promise of Sleep.” While that one sounded like a cult of sorts, “17 Tons” gave me a sacrifice vibe. Again, this wasn’t some Goth record, but it did have its share of creepy. The psychedelic parts slowly made their way in with “As I Said” and “Water Eyes.”
When you boil Hand Sand Hands down you get this peculiar journey of sound. It’s not for everyone, so only buy a ticket if you like things that are a bit obscure. While I’ll be hitting up Taking Back Sunday, you can be waiting anxiously for Lord of Talk to drop April 1st on Autumn + Colour.
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