They say:
OCH, Swedish for ‘and’, recently released their first LP courtesy of Rocket Recordings. This trio, of whom little is known other than a kinship to their label mates Flowers Must Die, have created a collection of beguiling soundscapes and audial epiphanies that can’t help but summon up the freewheeling ‘70s spirit, the small hours head space and the broader sense of adventure that has legendarily dominated the areas of the esoteric.
As a new decade dawns, the music obsessive inhabits a claustrophobic modern era of instant gratification in which they’re seemingly so spoiled by online options and easy access that transcendence can be paradoxically hard to find in the melee. It can be reassuring to be mindful of the way a random discovery in the bargain bins of a second-hand record store or a charity shop can set off sparks of inspiration and untold fascination. A full forty years on, rare though it is to come across a new record in the here and now which conjures up the same sense of ‘other’ as the cryptic artefacts of yore, it seems that one is on the verge of crossing our transom...
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