Minus Pilots — Superior Proof Of Cinema

When I put the needle into the groove I wondered what happened the lp. There was an amount of static that made you wonder if this album was second hand instead of being a brandnew limited edition release of the equally brandnew Panic Arrest imprint.

On first listen I must say it came off as rather random guitar noodlings through an echopedal, to put it a bit crude. On repeated listenings I'm happy to admit this was much too crude and I changed my mind. Not that these aren't (bass) guitarnoodlings echoing on forever to weave a mellow texture, but it's far from boring if you allow yourself to be sucked into the soundworld of the anonymous Brits operating under the name Minus Pilots. It's moody, mellow and ultimatly very pleasing on the ear. Strings are melancholically plucked to get lost in a labyrinth of corroded electronics and ageing cassette tape recorders. The static I mentioned in the intro crackles you into a nice nostalgic haze while the echoes ponder into space.

Panic Arrest releases 180 grams vinyl in small, limited pressings exclusively, so don't wait too long. Minus Pilots are the first to deliver an artifact that's just fun to get. Fuck downloading! I'm not a vinyl buff, but this just is so much more fun to spend money on than on a bunch of impersonal bits and bytes called mp3's. There's the pretty artwork by Parskid, but also the manufacturing of this gatefold is just gorgeous. People into the music of Caretaker and William Basinski are advised to check this out, as they might like what's on offer in the crackly grooves of Superior Proof Of Cinema.