**1/2 Supreme Dicks
THE EMOTIONAL PLAGUE
(Homestead)
Herein there is
not one moment of actual songcraft to distract from the convolutions of the
Dicks' multi-guitar presentation. The soft-textured sound clouds meander, often
past the 10-minute mark, striking vague poses in the direction of
psychedelia-lite, British pop, and lo-fi improv. Because they sidestep
structure as if it were a deep pothole, the album takes on an ambient quality
-- moody, broken, dark -- hinging on the terse interplay of the guitars. And it
rides on the lackadaisical drift of the music, floating from mood to mood: too
enervated to be tagged "hot" or "spontaneous," but with enough thrust to hold
your attention. Precedents for sheer aimlessness that sounds this good are
few.
-- Jonathan Dixon
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