Midweek Shoegaze: Zebra Tracks

This could grow somewhat habit forming. A generous application of Cassini Mission Saturn photos (note the moon, a Tethys or a Rhea or some such, slinking around the planet’s southern pole like a guilty urchin – or astral fluff on the camera lens), soundtracked by the expansive reach of a shoegaze record (headphones, jarring volume). It’s the opportunity to turn off that wretched mind coil – the part of the brain that pumps out constant thought and those obsidious, palsied diatribes (notes passim) to leave – when the wind drops – space in which to feel the sound. In other words: something to act as a reminder; there’s more to life than words (or my case, also more than pretending to be an owl, or throwing seductive shapes in the liquor store queue).

There’s not too much more than music, however.

Below the words: ‘Bicycles’ by Zebra Tracks. Something that shimmers darkly. The type of record that requires a degree of divination before the lyrics begin to softly permeate. Also the type of band it’s not too easy to find too much about (shoegaze from Greece – what’s not to love? Well, perhaps only the paucity of non-Greek interweb text concerning the band. Does anyone have anything to add, beyond the same hundred words of generic rhubarb I keep encountering?).

But that’s a small gripe; I particularly dig the bass guitar on this. Something to anchor the swirlier elements; orbital resonance, if you like your music references Saturnian and your author lying on the floorboards after his second bottle of wine, listening, listening…   

Zebra Tracks / Bicycles