NPR; As pollen season begins to rear its ugly head and the allergy-ridden among us prepare to stay hermits just a few months longer after winter, simpatico musical companions are a must. It’s only fitting that True Widow’s second record, As High as the Highest Heavens and from the Center to the Circumference of the Earth (we’ll abbreviate that title from here on), is a warming headphone album for a bleak snowfall (or a pollen-dusting), moody and dreamy chords crushed by a rumbling low-end.
The self-described “stonegaze” trio from Dallas is as hushed as it is ribcage-rattling. Imagine Low doing heavier, maybe even slower stoner-rock covers of their own songs, all that hurt with the volume turned way up. True Widow is a band that uses volume as an instrument — not for noise, not for metallic machismo, but a way to convey the weight of the world. (… MORE HERE)
The Fungi Girls may only know three chords, but they’re the right three chords. This record brims with an amateur enthusiasm that feels legit (no whiffs of “shit-fi” posturing here) just a bunch of teenage i’jots inspired by their limitations and making no bones about their love for the Jesus and Mary Chain and summer vacation. Bursting out the gate, “Pacifica Nostalgia” is the feel good tune of ’95, a sunny major key anthem that sounds like the best song the Breeders never wrote, recorded on Home Blitz’s budget (yet somehow sounding as loud as Dinosaur). “Into the Cosmos” keeps on chooglin’; it’s loud, catchy and fuzzy but never snotty or overflowing with ‘tude. (read more… http://still-single.tumblr.com/post/268614122/fungi-girls-seafaring-pyramids-lp-play-pinball)