Album Review

Ages

Ages

by Ghost Wave


Arch Hill Records
7 / 10
11th July 2013

Reviewed by Chris Familton


The years roll by but New Zealand seems to have the consistent knack for throwing up bands that continue the lineage that was formed in the early 80s while still carving out a niche for themselves in the overcrowded world of left-of-centre guitar rock. Popstrangers have already released a stellar record this year and now Ghost Wave have turned potential into an often impressive debut full-length album.

The immediate impact of Ages is it’s economy, both sonically and structurally. The songs are never overplayed which is always a temptation for this kind of music that owes a strong debt to the masters of psych and krautrock. They almost always lock the bass and drums in quickly, setting the tempo and motorik drive of the song before pouring in the guitars and adding vocals. It gives the album a constant feeling of forward motion. There are few moments of cyclical song structure, the songs just keep pushing forward with metronomic consistency. ‘Arkestra’ feels like it could go on for much longer than its five minutes and no doubt it did in the practice room. Again this is a sign of how well the quartet have thought out how effectively they could convey the essential ingredients of rhythm, melody and emotion.

Above the music sit the hazy rolling vocals of Matt Paul. On the face of it his voice sits at a four way intersection between the slacker drone of David Kilgour, the disdainful sneer of Shayne Carter, the gonzo rhyming drawl of Happy Monday's Shaun Ryder and the rallying mantras of Bobby Gillespie from Primal Scream. Paul pushes his vowels around, reshaping them to fit the rhythm of each song and generally his affectations work well but there are a few moments on Ages where they can get a little too close to a brattish whine and begin to lose their charm.

The basslines are a crucial component of Ages rolling grooves and often provide the central instrumental melodies while there are flashes of bands such as The House of Love in the guitar sound and chords Paul employs. UK indie is clearly a big influence amid the jangle and drone and indeed early 90s bands like Blur and that loose-limbed, tumbling sound that characterised many acts in the Madchester scene. ‘Here She Comes’ is a real throwback to the likes of the Stone Roses and though refreshing (in a recycled way) it lacks the depth of what many in those original scenes were producing.

What Ghost Wave really excels at is building up an amphetamine styled rush as they do in ‘Mountain’, a song that tears along like Wooden Shjips on speed, rushing headlong down a spiraling rabbit hole. It twists and churns, barely in control of itself and marks the point late on the album where the band make the best sense and create their most dynamic and engaging music. They do a similar thing on the closer ‘Orb’ and leave listeners with the sound of a band, while still fine tuning their music, who have produced a very good album with a handful of real gems scattered throughout.


Here She Comes
Here She Comes, by Ghost Wave


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