Laced

Formed in Columbus, Ohio in late 2005, Psychedelic Horseshit spent their first five years spewing out a heap of self-released CD-Rs, cassettes and vinyl singles on a variety of labels, with their debut album, Magic Flowers Droned appearing back in 2007. Forming a dense collage of trashed tones and in-the-red mixes; veering between being challenging and genuinely catchy; and generally resembling the addled states of a full-blown drink and drug binge, they've been variously compared to The Fall, The Dead C, early Pavement, Royal Trux, Guided By Voices, Swell Maps, Sebadoh, Harry Pussy and Magik Markers, and located alongside the messy amp-blown brilliance of contemporaries The Hospitals, Tyvek, Eat Skull, and Sic Alps.

Currently existing as the duo of Matt Horseshit (vocals / guitars / drum programming / harmonica / keyboards) and Ryan Jewell (drums / percussion / keyboards), Laced also features a guest appearance by Times New Viking's Beth Murphy, who sings on 'DOA.' Created in Columbus throughout 2010 (with two tracks dating back to almost year before that), the album was recorded in a variety of basements, practice spaces, living rooms, and bathrooms using almost no amplifiers and a beat up 70's Teac reel to reel. No longer mining corrosive, lo-fi dysfunctionality in 2-minute adrenaline hits, Laced is the first record to see them consistently stretching things out and breaking new ground. Losing the caked-in distortion and aggression, whilst retaining a drugged density and adventurousness, it is cleaner and far more electronic. Guitar, keyboards and drums remain staple instruments, but the driving bass guitar is ditched as samplers and electronics become increasingly central. Matt sampled, chopped and re-sequenced sections of Jewell's drumming, forming a series of piled-up rhythms and loops. With this foregrounding of both rhythm and a spiraling mass of processed tones / melodies, Laced could pass as a very a fried, psychedelic dance record. There are blissfully shimmering loop-sections; places where the whole buckles in on itself. At the centre of the slurred, swirling chaos is Horseshit's gnarly, nasal vocal.