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Drag On Girard
The colliding circles of time bring us back to the brink of the Hiss at last. Classic rock singing/screaming guitars fuse with Mike Polizzeās hope-n-dreamz feels and explode into fresh heartbreak, happening right now today, as sweet tunes and crushed guitar harmonics pour off the turntable and run out in the street, just like in the old days.
Itās 2023, and even the turn of century seems a long time ago now ā but oddly, Purling Hissās guitar-band ethos feels ever more timeless, even as time accelerates and passes us in the outside lane. The Hiss arenāt just a simple part of the tradition going back 50-odd years. Their DNA, pulsing in waves of punk and classic radio
rock, grunge and slacker, is ineffably, re-singably music ā but their signature crushed guitar harmonics, fused with deep soulfulness, meld into something that cuts us
with fresh heartbreak, an eternal recurrence that seems to be happening right now today, as it pours off the turntable and runs down the street.
Drag On Girard, the first Purling Hiss album in six years, cruises through these states of mind and places in time ā dreams from the past and the future, careening
lawlessly as they slide around loose on the road, an ever-present youth in their roll. As before, but with new twists, Mike Polizze and his gang let loose with the chaos and noise implied by their name, applying high-end splatter and slow-rolling low end to eight vehicles, running the gamut from gleaming pop gems to head-cleaning
epic jams before theyāre done.
The Polizze-on-Polizze prototype for Purling Hiss ā roiling, space-eating layers of guitars draped atop the muted thump of freedom rock, all of it squeezing through the spectrum in a mad dash to be heard ā was established way back in the Hissteria/Public Service Announcement days of the early teens. Now in a fourth album iteration of full-band Hiss, the genius of Mike Polizzeās music, beyond the obvious ā his singing/screaming guitar leads, classic song construction and vivid hope-and-dream feels ā is the shifting layers of Hiss that make up the dynamic personalities of each album, from the major-label alternative rock sheen of Water On Mars to the slip-siding chaos of Weirdon and the shadowy 1980s club depths of High Bias. This time out, the colliding circles of time seem to have inspired both the songs and the band, and the sentiment-drenched mood explodes in a wild tangle of guitars that seem constantly about to overwhelm the room.
One of the unique qualities of Drag On Girard is a specific lead-rhythm arrangement of the guitars, emitting the expected formidable roar while setting a certain type of rhythmic strut for the band. The two guitars style also trips power-pop impulses in the tunes, with sung-along harmony vocals that evoke classic collective magic and burnish the tunes one by one. Once this vibeās established, side two turns around and stretches out with the molten flow of Purling Hiss at their very most epic; couched within loose improvisatory structures, the title track and āShining Gilded Boulevardā play further with the yin/yang of nostalgia and truth as they trade places looking meditatively back to them old days and all their harshness and beauty.
Canāt seem to go home again? Purling Hiss pull it off on Drag On Girard, finding the invisible places in our shared perspective where it still exists to this very moment.
Itās 2023, and even the turn of century seems a long time ago now ā but oddly, Purling Hissās guitar-band ethos feels ever more timeless, even as time accelerates and passes us in the outside lane. The Hiss arenāt just a simple part of the tradition going back 50-odd years. Their DNA, pulsing in waves of punk and classic radio
rock, grunge and slacker, is ineffably, re-singably music ā but their signature crushed guitar harmonics, fused with deep soulfulness, meld into something that cuts us
with fresh heartbreak, an eternal recurrence that seems to be happening right now today, as it pours off the turntable and runs down the street.
Drag On Girard, the first Purling Hiss album in six years, cruises through these states of mind and places in time ā dreams from the past and the future, careening
lawlessly as they slide around loose on the road, an ever-present youth in their roll. As before, but with new twists, Mike Polizze and his gang let loose with the chaos and noise implied by their name, applying high-end splatter and slow-rolling low end to eight vehicles, running the gamut from gleaming pop gems to head-cleaning
epic jams before theyāre done.
The Polizze-on-Polizze prototype for Purling Hiss ā roiling, space-eating layers of guitars draped atop the muted thump of freedom rock, all of it squeezing through the spectrum in a mad dash to be heard ā was established way back in the Hissteria/Public Service Announcement days of the early teens. Now in a fourth album iteration of full-band Hiss, the genius of Mike Polizzeās music, beyond the obvious ā his singing/screaming guitar leads, classic song construction and vivid hope-and-dream feels ā is the shifting layers of Hiss that make up the dynamic personalities of each album, from the major-label alternative rock sheen of Water On Mars to the slip-siding chaos of Weirdon and the shadowy 1980s club depths of High Bias. This time out, the colliding circles of time seem to have inspired both the songs and the band, and the sentiment-drenched mood explodes in a wild tangle of guitars that seem constantly about to overwhelm the room.
One of the unique qualities of Drag On Girard is a specific lead-rhythm arrangement of the guitars, emitting the expected formidable roar while setting a certain type of rhythmic strut for the band. The two guitars style also trips power-pop impulses in the tunes, with sung-along harmony vocals that evoke classic collective magic and burnish the tunes one by one. Once this vibeās established, side two turns around and stretches out with the molten flow of Purling Hiss at their very most epic; couched within loose improvisatory structures, the title track and āShining Gilded Boulevardā play further with the yin/yang of nostalgia and truth as they trade places looking meditatively back to them old days and all their harshness and beauty.
Canāt seem to go home again? Purling Hiss pull it off on Drag On Girard, finding the invisible places in our shared perspective where it still exists to this very moment.
Tracklist
YER ALL IN MY DREAMS
SOMETHING IN MY BASEMENT
BABY
OUT THE DOOR
WHEN THE END IS OVER
STAY WITH US
DRAG ON GIRARD
SHINING GILDED BOULEVARD
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The colliding circles of time bring us back to the brink of the Hiss at last. Classic rock singing/screaming guitars fuse with Mike Polizzeās hope-n-dreamz feels and explode into fresh heartbreak, happening right now today, as sweet tunes and crushed guitar harmonics pour off the turntable and run out in the street, just like in the old days.
Itās 2023, and even the turn of century seems a long time ago now ā but oddly, Purling Hissās guitar-band ethos feels ever more timeless, even as time accelerates and passes us in the outside lane. The Hiss arenāt just a simple part of the tradition going back 50-odd years. Their DNA, pulsing in waves of punk and classic radio
rock, grunge and slacker, is ineffably, re-singably music ā but their signature crushed guitar harmonics, fused with deep soulfulness, meld into something that cuts us
with fresh heartbreak, an eternal recurrence that seems to be happening right now today, as it pours off the turntable and runs down the street.
Drag On Girard, the first Purling Hiss album in six years, cruises through these states of mind and places in time ā dreams from the past and the future, careening
lawlessly as they slide around loose on the road, an ever-present youth in their roll. As before, but with new twists, Mike Polizze and his gang let loose with the chaos and noise implied by their name, applying high-end splatter and slow-rolling low end to eight vehicles, running the gamut from gleaming pop gems to head-cleaning
epic jams before theyāre done.
The Polizze-on-Polizze prototype for Purling Hiss ā roiling, space-eating layers of guitars draped atop the muted thump of freedom rock, all of it squeezing through the spectrum in a mad dash to be heard ā was established way back in the Hissteria/Public Service Announcement days of the early teens. Now in a fourth album iteration of full-band Hiss, the genius of Mike Polizzeās music, beyond the obvious ā his singing/screaming guitar leads, classic song construction and vivid hope-and-dream feels ā is the shifting layers of Hiss that make up the dynamic personalities of each album, from the major-label alternative rock sheen of Water On Mars to the slip-siding chaos of Weirdon and the shadowy 1980s club depths of High Bias. This time out, the colliding circles of time seem to have inspired both the songs and the band, and the sentiment-drenched mood explodes in a wild tangle of guitars that seem constantly about to overwhelm the room.
One of the unique qualities of Drag On Girard is a specific lead-rhythm arrangement of the guitars, emitting the expected formidable roar while setting a certain type of rhythmic strut for the band. The two guitars style also trips power-pop impulses in the tunes, with sung-along harmony vocals that evoke classic collective magic and burnish the tunes one by one. Once this vibeās established, side two turns around and stretches out with the molten flow of Purling Hiss at their very most epic; couched within loose improvisatory structures, the title track and āShining Gilded Boulevardā play further with the yin/yang of nostalgia and truth as they trade places looking meditatively back to them old days and all their harshness and beauty.
Canāt seem to go home again? Purling Hiss pull it off on Drag On Girard, finding the invisible places in our shared perspective where it still exists to this very moment.
Itās 2023, and even the turn of century seems a long time ago now ā but oddly, Purling Hissās guitar-band ethos feels ever more timeless, even as time accelerates and passes us in the outside lane. The Hiss arenāt just a simple part of the tradition going back 50-odd years. Their DNA, pulsing in waves of punk and classic radio
rock, grunge and slacker, is ineffably, re-singably music ā but their signature crushed guitar harmonics, fused with deep soulfulness, meld into something that cuts us
with fresh heartbreak, an eternal recurrence that seems to be happening right now today, as it pours off the turntable and runs down the street.
Drag On Girard, the first Purling Hiss album in six years, cruises through these states of mind and places in time ā dreams from the past and the future, careening
lawlessly as they slide around loose on the road, an ever-present youth in their roll. As before, but with new twists, Mike Polizze and his gang let loose with the chaos and noise implied by their name, applying high-end splatter and slow-rolling low end to eight vehicles, running the gamut from gleaming pop gems to head-cleaning
epic jams before theyāre done.
The Polizze-on-Polizze prototype for Purling Hiss ā roiling, space-eating layers of guitars draped atop the muted thump of freedom rock, all of it squeezing through the spectrum in a mad dash to be heard ā was established way back in the Hissteria/Public Service Announcement days of the early teens. Now in a fourth album iteration of full-band Hiss, the genius of Mike Polizzeās music, beyond the obvious ā his singing/screaming guitar leads, classic song construction and vivid hope-and-dream feels ā is the shifting layers of Hiss that make up the dynamic personalities of each album, from the major-label alternative rock sheen of Water On Mars to the slip-siding chaos of Weirdon and the shadowy 1980s club depths of High Bias. This time out, the colliding circles of time seem to have inspired both the songs and the band, and the sentiment-drenched mood explodes in a wild tangle of guitars that seem constantly about to overwhelm the room.
One of the unique qualities of Drag On Girard is a specific lead-rhythm arrangement of the guitars, emitting the expected formidable roar while setting a certain type of rhythmic strut for the band. The two guitars style also trips power-pop impulses in the tunes, with sung-along harmony vocals that evoke classic collective magic and burnish the tunes one by one. Once this vibeās established, side two turns around and stretches out with the molten flow of Purling Hiss at their very most epic; couched within loose improvisatory structures, the title track and āShining Gilded Boulevardā play further with the yin/yang of nostalgia and truth as they trade places looking meditatively back to them old days and all their harshness and beauty.
Canāt seem to go home again? Purling Hiss pull it off on Drag On Girard, finding the invisible places in our shared perspective where it still exists to this very moment.
Tracklist
YER ALL IN MY DREAMS
SOMETHING IN MY BASEMENT
BABY
OUT THE DOOR
WHEN THE END IS OVER
STAY WITH US
DRAG ON GIRARD
SHINING GILDED BOULEVARD
