Save for a quick 7" one-off, husband and wife space rock power duo Landing has remained radio silent for almost six years. And in the interim, it appears Landing discovered trace amounts of caffeine, or ginseng, or perhaps 5 Hour Energy and/or PCP. If you're not yet familiar with Landing, I encourage you to fill up the peace pipe and figure it the fuck out. If you're on the Landing tip though, it's recommended that you make like Samuel L. Jackson in Jurassic Park and "hold on to your butts."
Their latest eponymous effort ropes in the flying, hypnotic ambience that made the Connecticut-based slow-core outfit adored amongst those tuned in to the otherverse over a significantly higher BPM count. The lead single, "Heart Finds the Beat," offers up lessons in jet propulsion coupled with ancient healing powers. It's a celestial pop masterpiece worthy of transmitting over the SETI system, antennas pointed toward possible intelligent life in the universe. Hell, I could even label this song, unironically, a salient club banger. More importantly, "Heart Finds the Beat" bolsters a cathartic, soaring chorus gorgeous enough to use as a spiritual litmus test. Landing is a surprising, satisfying listening experience throughout, providing a benchmark example of how a veteran space/post rock band can stay fresh and inventive throughout their career. (via Distonal)
Landing just dropped via Geographic North, and it's limited to 500 LPs, so don't sleep.