Brooklyn based duo High Places make spaced out drugged up music, a homemade scattered almost childish smattering of accidents that when you put them all together sound rather warm and endearing. It’s music that doesn’t hold structure high on its agenda, rather the music seems to just evolve, these echoing, delayed washes of sound crafted by hitting or shaking whatever’s is sight. It‘s dinky and cute, with a real DIY feel, glockenspiel, treated guitars, and vaguely disinterested homemade beats. Mary Pearson’s vocals are the only element with any conviction, though used sparingly, often seemingly used to stop the music from floating away entirely. It really is a unique proposition and High Places gentle oddness offers up audio that creates a kind of lazy lethargic fog in the listener which is always welcome. 03/07 – 09/07 is a compilation of their singles and tracks from various compilations possibly from between those dates and there is definitely a unity in the material and an impish haphazard charm that it impossible not to be seduced by.
Bob Baker Fish
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