rescuing musical virtue in distress.
I shouldn't be writing this. I shouldn’t need to. Anyone who reads this site, who agrees with my tastes or knows that the common denominator of of this place is that if it makes the cut its worth checking out, should just take on board the fact that Tombstones in Their Eyes has a new... Continue Reading →
Tombstones in Their Eyes don’t make music so much as startling soundtracks, cavernous walls of noise laced with drama, druggy haze and stygian doom, and their latest single is no exception. The vocals are deliberately set deep within the guitars intense deliveries obscuring the lyrics to the point that they also become a haunting instrument... Continue Reading →
There has always been a strange mix of, what should be, mutually exclusive qualities in Tombstones in Their Eyes music. Somehow it is sky scrapping yet graceful, muscular yet intelligent, built from loops and pedals, effects and warped guitars yet it seems primal and ancient. It is dramatic, wide screen and darkly cinematic yet is... Continue Reading →
The word drone has some very negative connotations, a word associated with dull, monotonous or consistently boring sound by most people. But The Telescopes are nothing if not arch-dream weavers of the sounds that others are afraid to explore, the delvers in anti-acoustics, sonically pulling the insides out of more easily recognised music and working with... Continue Reading →
There was a time when music such as the cavernous and reverb laden sounds that Tombstones In Their Eyes made didn’t come on download, CD or even in the form of a live band. Instead it came in pill form, on blotter paper, in tabs, creating imagined music that hotwired straight into the back of... Continue Reading →
Music is cyclical, we all know that, 30 years seems to be the recognised time span for music to drop off the fashion radar long enough to seem cool or cult and be rediscovered and reinterpreted by a new musical generation. Brit-pop was a re-discovery of sixties guitar bands, punk was the distilled spirit of... Continue Reading →
How can something so ominously cavernous still sound fragile and on the point of collapse? That is the wonderful juxtaposition that runs through Tombstones in Their Eyes, a strange blend of muscle and delicacy, like marvelling at the awesome grandeur of a glacier and realising that it is only so much water. Metallers take some... Continue Reading →