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No-Wave meets Krautrock in the desert!

Trees Speak are Daniel Martin Diaz and Damian Diaz from Tucson, Arizona, and their music often draws on the cosmic night-time magic of Arizona’s natural desert landscapes.” So says their official website. Fair enough. But it can’t be denied that plenty of classic European influences have found their way into their sound as well. Anyone familiar with even the slightest bits of krautrock will hear that sound all over their work, particularly their latest album, PostHuman.

Diaz and Diaz fully immerse themselves in the hypnotic style that formed the sound of classic bands like Can, Popol Vuh, and Neu!, but they tweak that genre just enough to make it sound unique and refreshing.

PostHuman – which is housed in brilliant, retro artwork that seems perfectly suited to the LP gatefold format – also comes with a 7” single that contains “Hidden Machine”, another slice of spacey, futuristic jazz, and “Machine Vision”, a mix of Tangerine Dream-inspired synths and more of those driving, krautrock beats. Trees Speak are a band that wear their influences on their sleeves. But their list of influences is so long that it never feels derivative or repetitious. Those Arizona deserts contain plenty of inspiration; hopefully, there’s much more of it to come. – Pop Matters

Wire were born at the dawn of punk, but they became the quintessential art band. In the three closing years of the 1970s, the English quartet had one of the greatest opening runs of any band, shifting to post-punk before punk began to go stale...

Pink Flag was a fractured snapshot of punk alternately collapsing in on itself and exploding into song-fragment shrapnel. The record's minimalist approach means the band spends only as much time as needed on each song-- five of them are over in less than a minute, while a further nine don't make it past two. It's clear you're not getting a typical 1977 punk record from the opening seconds of "Reuters", an echoing bass line that quickly comes under attack by ringing but dissonant guitar chords. The tempo is arrested, lurching along to the climactic finale when Colin Newman, as the narrating correspondent, shouts "Looting! Burning!" and then holds out the lone syllable of "rape" twice over descending chords, which grind to a halt over chanting voices. It's all the bombast, tension, and release of a side-long prog opus in just three minutes. - Pitchfork

The version of the band that toured behind 2017’s American Dream gathers in the legendary New York studio, giving old songs new life and additional oomph.

On Electric Lady Sessions, LCD Soundsystem strip back and then bone up the grooves that have always made their music work, despite its contradictions. The groove takes precedence over the words, and Murphy gives his studio meticulousness over to the energy of the group. The synths run bright and juicy. The bass sounds like it could knock you out if you stood too close. The drums hit fast and sharp. Murphy slips from his throne as record-geek auteur and dissolves into the group—one musician among many, and better for it. - Pitchfork