eMusic Review
The bulk of Free Gold!, the second record by Houston psych band Indian Jewelry, takes place behind a cloud. It's a sonic cloud, mostly, a big rolling cumulus of distortion and static, though it's not exactly a stretch to imagine that there were a few other kinds of clouds involved in Free Gold!'s creation as well. The songs are heavy-lidded and blissed-out, building to steady, sudden epiphanies: an ascending guitar line wriggles free of the haze in "Swans" and soars triumphantly upward, a sweet synthesizer ebbs and flows across the length of "Overdrive." They're not so good with melodies, it's more about feel. Everything is coils and drones — long, hypnotic jams that thud and buzz and never really resolve. The guitar in "Nonetheless" isn't even playing notes, it's just feeding back and squawking odd tones — all the better to drug you with, my dear. And, sure, "Pompeii" kinda sounds like "You've Got to Hide Your Love Away" after an acid bath, but you get the sense that parallel is accidental. The rest of the record is an experiment in stasis. This isn't motivational. This is music to lie down to.