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8th May 2015 – This Charming Man Records/Heart of The Rat Records

01. A Mural Is Worth A Thousand Words
02. Chewing On Kittens
03. Skrew
04. Black River
05. Foam
06. The Voynich Manuscript

Imagine a sound. Imagine an abstract vortex of narcissism and melancholia. Imagine a droning lament that’s somehow actually welcome and not painfully overbearing. This sound is Heads. and it hails from deepest, darkest Berlin.

The band’s self-titled debut album is an invitation to the void, rather than a swift kick into it – it only aims to point you in the right direction, but we both know you’re going to fucking jump, and the German trio – which includes among its number current The Ocean bassist Chris Breuer – leads the charge with unrelenting intent.

One of the strongest opening tracks I’ve stumbled upon in a while, “A Mural Is Worth A Thousand Words“ rarely lets up in its bombardment, yet it does give the listener time to breathe it all in. A surging bass leaps forth to kick down any walls between the band and the listener, and ever-expanding waves of noise ebb and flow

But it’s not until “Black River” that you really get to appreciate the guitars in all their glory. At times they feel like a means to an end, but in this track they get to shine; they remain as brash and dissonant, as before, but they’re no longer static, and the flow feels decidedly more natural.

The thing that really sets this record apart from its peers however – for me at least – are the vocals. They’re an adamantine drawl; part chaotic and part calculating. Coupled with the trio’s intelligent song writing, there’s the potential for wide appeal; Heads. could appeal to fans of the mighty Neurosis, all the way to Battle Of Mice, and over to Sigur Rós in places. But, whilst this album will pique the interest in fans of the aforementioned, Heads. are a beast all of their own

The album concludes with “The Voynich Manuscript“. I mention this because it happens to be my favourite track on the album. It’s slow burning, vocal lead drone builds into one hell of a final crescendo; one final hurrah from a band intent upon showing off all they have in their arsenal. This is a record that will reward multiple listens. It takes time to mature in the mind but once it clicks, it clicks big time.


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