Being a Spacemen 3 fan, the tale of a band playing "noisy" music to locals who wanted something entirely different is one I've certainly come across before, and while some crowds didn't appreciate the extended, two chord, feedback-drenched space jams the '80s forerunners offered, plenty of others were entranced by them. The people of Barnstaple might not have got where the now Bristol-based Spectres were coming from, but it only drove them on. "When people hated us we just played harder" says singer Joe Hatt. It's an attitude that's served them well.
Previous tracks may have trodden closer to Krautrock, and recent free single 'Sea Of Trees' might have been more spaced-out and less intense, but on 'Where Flies Sleep' you can begin to fully appreciate why this quartet separated the mice from the men. Somewhere underneath a sheet of squall that rivals the national debt for size is a tune, and a good one at that. But lots of bands can knock out a tune, what makes Spectres such an interesting and visceral prospect is the total lack of fear to do what they want. Essentially, 'Where Flies Sleep' sounds like a Sonic Youth demo that was covered by A Place To Bury Strangers, pressed to vinyl, placed on a record player with the volume cranked up to beyond speaker capacity, and then had petrol poured over it and was torched while it played. It's either going to be music to your ears or nothing but a racket. Personally? This has got me even more excited for their debut album. Roll on February...