Lark's Tongue

Layers of harmonies sail atop beguiling squalls of guitar, the heavy psychedelia of Lark’s Tongue as means of expansion, bittersweet; for unlocking this deliberation of tension and release, a sweet chimera of imperial distortion and ethereal subtleties sings of hidden truths to hotwire the established dreamworlds.

Lark’s Tongue formed in 2010 of seasoned, like-minded travelers—influenced by everything, but ultimately inspired by the likes of Codeine, Hawkwind, Swervedriver, Earth, The Verve and Slowdive. Hailing from the Midwest, Chris Bennett (Minsk), Jeff Hyde (Super 88), Nate Lucas (Deceased Priest), Jon Wright (juanGoblin) and Andrew Sledd (Men of Fortune) came together to create psychedelic space rock with an emphasis on harmony and narrative.

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  • "Sounding like the progeny of shoegazer and stoner rock, they saturate their songs with ethereal organ and smeared, delay-encrusted lead guitar, lightening the load of a thick low end." —Smile Politely

    "...Dark, psychedelic shoegaze stoner pop, rife with heavy guitars, clean crooned vocals, and warm whirring organs, the songs simple and heartfelt, but disarmingly so, the A side offering up some washed out woozy jangle and warm muted crunch, and some seriously anthemic choruses, before suddenly exploding into a furious frenzied squall of wild psychguitar heaviness, and blissed out shoegaze heaviness. The flipside is more of a dark brooder, reminding us of a poppier, less slowcore True Widow, the instrumental passages are heavy and heady, tranced out and hypnotic, and the B side spends plenty of time chugging and churning hypnotically, the drum heavy, guitar swirled outro is a gorgeous chunk of spacey heaviness that we would have liked to see stretch out another ten or 15 minutes." —Aquarius Records

    "Thick guitar swaths and a steady rhythm section are backed by glimmering keyboard passages and melodic vocals bringing to mind latter day Jawbox, but with a healthy dose of Midwest pastoral heartfelt melancholy. A triumphant first outing..." —Permanent Records Chicago