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ewhere between the abrasive melodicism of My Bloody Valentine and the tireless drone of Stars of the Lid rests Infinite Body, the handiwork of one Ryan Parker. His album title couldn’t be more apt, as his musical landscapes are populated by grand hymnal reveries full of swelling, clear-eyed crescendos, buried by cottony sheets of white noise. Like some kind of sonic approximation of the disintegrating gaze of a deity, Carve Out the Face of My God is full of songs like ‘Out to Where I Am,” where a majestic cathedral organ multiplies itself over and over until the sheet power of its presence strips everything else away.
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