With seemingly nigh on everyone who seems to spend nigh on all their time inhabiting online portals and hiding down hidden HTML nooks last weekend trekking to Heaton Park for the acrylic and shoegaze-splattered return of the you-bloody-know-who's, we're belated getting our fill of the invigorating polychromatic stuff. And to do so, we're tanking up on something a little more summery than an evening spent soaking the skin through: hailing from Los Angeles, enigmatic pedalboard pushers
Wild Eyes coincidentally sound as though they've spent a sunrise or two hurtling up our beloved M1, Ride being a particularly bleary-eyed surge through motorik hi-hats and vocals that sound as though bugs and blood smeared across once-pristine windscreen. However it's the eponymous effort off
last month's Blue Haze EP that really sets the old pulse racing: a blossoming anthemia as eruptive and impactive as
any Emirates firecracker, it's redolent of Deerhunter at their most disgruntled yet ever mellifluous and it's one to go nuts; go apeshit for. Just as you wholly expect King Monkey would do...
