Curled up in a nest of fuzz pedal guts, minihorse guitarist Ben Collins realized one night that his dreams have no meaning. All that circuit wiring, as it turns out, is a harness for trapping delusions.
The band explores that revelation over the unresolved pop progressions of debut EP Big Lack, shrugging off the big dumb universe with a wry tunefulness. Tracked at Collins’s home studio amid tinkerings with a prototype electrode headband, the record leaks out of headphones like slow direct current.
minihorse’s genetic inheritance is a recombination of bedroom transistor wizards like Bob Pollard, cruising guitar rock into the outer valences of space in a shit-can convertible, and the brandied humor of Evan Dando and Alex Chilton, approaching the void with a pack of cigarettes.
Cooing sarcasm over a wallop of scuzzy power pop, Collins pokes at misfit notions of belonging or purpose with a Jason Lytle sigh. “Hollywood painted it black/Wait. Paint it back,” he jokes before the dam breaks on “Drink You Dry.”
Collins and his fellow Ypsilanti yntroverts, bassist Christian Anderson and drummer John Fossum, are giddy with their musical contraptions. They scatter hooks like firecrackers on a blacktop throughout opener “Blueblack” and beat down doors with cool-headed kraut jam “Pinstripe Web.”
With breezy “Thriller,” Collins grips the tape reel, jerking the recording into warbled askew against a hummable fuzz bass counterpoint that coats the band’s keen insight:
“The thrill is not what’s gone/It never was.”
Big Lack is now available. minihorse is currently in the studio, putting the finishing touches on their debut LP, coming fall 2017 from Friendship Fever.
“Minihorse make pleasingly bummed out guitar pop in the grand tradition of Grandaddy, The Comas, or Ambulance LTD… fuzzy and warm like your oldest, best-loved sweater.”
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“It feels like something of misgiving that Minihorse’s ‘Big Lack’ EP is the band’s debut release, for so much of it feels the re-arrival of your favourite band. Like a sucker-punch to the gut, the trio’s darkened power-pop feels resolutely personable and amenable…”
“The stereo plays something that sounds like Clouds Taste Metallic but perhaps performed by Teenage Fanclub instead of The Flaming Lips; that’s minihorse, that is. A band that specialises in scuzzy power pop, the Michigan trio somehow manage to do this while instilling a fuzzy, warm glow inside your soul. Slacker pop meets shoegaze and it never felt so good.”
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