A motorcycle mission through the desert turns mysterious when the bikers come upon three rope skulled spirits, and melt into the dust in Wray
's video for "Bad Heart."
Wray isnt afraid to revel in repetition, churning (like butter) confident, seamless grooves firmly in the tradition of NEU!, Faust, or Can. Their shimmering, headphone-ready tones owe much to Slowdive, My Bloody Valentine, and even The Cure, but without the crippling self-absorption of chillwave, dreampop, or whatever all the sad bastards are listening to this week. Its music for an audience, for a rock show. Its got a beat and you can dance to it. The band is Wray and the album is Wray and you can play it at a party and people will like it.