It was inevitable really. After a handful of 7"s, and a single mostly overlooked and way under appreciated full length that
we raved about way back when, these guys are finally getting their due. This new full length on Important should finally
position these guys at the head of the class, in the pantheon of modern spacerockers. White Hills, The Heads, Burnt Hills,
Gnod, 3 Leafs, Bardo Pond, Gunslingers, Eternal Tapestry, Heavy Winged, Sleepy Sun, Plastic Crimewave, Titan, we
love em all, but they're all gonna have to step up their games, cuz Mugstar has definitely thrown down the drug rock heart
of the sun gauntlet. Sun, Broken is a colossal slab of speaker shredding, in-the-red, druggy, psychedelic, hypnotic Hawkwind
channeling space rock bliss. Heavy, lush, dense, mesmerizing, sprawling and expansive, epic and majestic, incredible drumming,
tangled guitars, warm whirring organs, complex mathy almost proggy arrangements, songs that lock into looped stretches of
near static throb and pulse, before splintering into convoluted freakouts only to explode moments later into black hole supernova
psychspace blowouts.
"Technical Knowledge As A Weapon" pretty much sets the stage, a swirling cloud of effects gives way to a tribal chunk of
primal hypnorock pound, which lurches into a killer stop start Hammond organ stutter, before launching right back into the fray,
the track growing ever more urgent and explosive, peppered with organ breaks, the whole thing dense and repetitive, and so so
epic. "Ouroboros" starts out all tangled and mathy, a churning hypnotic almost looped sounding sprawl of metallic prog, which
slowly transforms into a sort of muted pulsing minimal space rock, swirling effects surround a static guitar melody, and dense
drum flurries, and tripped out vox, before the inevitable psych-skree outro, all tangled and jagged fucking FIERCE.
"Labrador Hatchet" is the record's first breather, a two and a half minute space-y trip out, all thum and throb, through a
billowing cloud of heavily effected scrapes and clicks and glitches, which gives way to "Today Is The Wrong Shape", a dead
ringer for Finnish hypnorockers Circle at their leanest and meanest, the main riff and the pounding krautrock rhythm, like a
super charged way revved up Circle, with a cool, angular proggy breakdown, before yet another crushing bout of extreme
spaced out damaged FX heaviness.
Another brief bit of swirly psychedelic effects weirdness leads into the nearly 14 minute closer, "Furklausundbo", which
begins with warm melodic swells, before the bassline slips in, then the simple stripped down rhythm, and from there it's a
totally mesmerizing slow build, locked and looped, riff and rhythm in perfect sync, while all around, streaks of sound swirl
and swoop, unlike the other tracks, there's no explosive climax, no freaked out space rock free for all, instead the songs
twists and transforms, slipping into a doomy plod at one point, getting downright twangy at another, the main groove getting
doused in clouds of reverbed high end guitar at another, but all the while, the pulse, the beat, stays solid, and unfailing,
total mind trancelike hypnotic dronerock mesmer, that eventually dissipates in a blurred smear of layered organ and
washed out drones.
Easily the space rock, kraut drone, buzz drug, psych swirl jam of the year!