Physcadelic soul meets chimney sweep with the Crystal Antlers debut EP!

If the words “chimney sweep” and “soul psychedelia” don’t go together in your mind, they just may after you take a listen to Crystal Antlers’ debut EP. which was released in the UK in October via Touch and Go Records.

You might come across comparisons to Les Savy Fav, an appropriate call if you consider it shorthand for “relentlessly energetic band with crowd-pleasing stage antics.” EP’s opener “A Thousand Eyes” is evidence enough of that: Beginning with doomy, lo-fi minor arpeggios, it soon explodes into a Latin-influenced rumble before the band piledrives into a swaggering psych hook, the track sounds something like if Comets on Fire inverted their ratio of chaos-to-craft. Beneath the squall, “Vexation”‘s headsnapping pace and flesh-searing bass riff could be a Stooges-style punk shoutalong. The organ riff that “Owl” pogos on is a found relic from late-1960s Venice Beach with a monolithic vocal melody. And like any long-haired throwback worth its bongos, EP ends with the loosest and longest number, the seven-minute swamp lurch of “Parting Song for the Torn Sky”.

As much as it diverges from the brain-frying aim of typical psych-rock outings, EP is an unorthodox summer record—not so much for driving to the beach as actually being in its sweltering grasp, equal parts scorched earth and wide open spaces. Credit to producer Ikey Owens (aka Mars Volta’s keyboardist—there’s hope!) for finding enough room for every instrument, few of which act in their traditional scope. If you find yourself humming any of the riffs, odds are they’ll come from singer Jonny Bell, who treats his bass like a six-string while guitar (check the appropriate titanic “Arcturus”) and organ provide shading under an ozone of reverb that, like early My Morning Jacket, gives an impression of an expansive soundworld the band can grow into.

It’s tempting to be patient and call this disc a stopgap on the way to a triumphant debut full-length. But EP is plenty substantial as is; at 25 minutes, it’s only a few shy of Nouns or, more to the point, any number of psych-rock classics from decades past. Of course, if you’re still waiting on further evidence of how much there is to like about these guys, consider that I waited until the end of this review to mention that their percussionist is named Sexual Chocolate.