Om Mani Peme Hung
kicking off the 2012 too pure singles club are these space-rocking icelanders, taking a tibetan mantra for a riff round the block.
making a spaced out, who drowned wooden shjips in the dodgy bowl of punch type sound, this vaguely gothy trance rock is muchly endearing. awash with reverb & the motorik doosh doosh of a drum machine, they turn the om chant into a strange cosmic anthem. oh wait, that’s what it is already… a chicken & the egg scene.
- Om Mani Peme Hung