Trapped in a photograph of a fictional past, Boxcar Aldous Huxley produce hurtling sound collages awash in screeching brass, joyful banjo and a quietly restrained fury. Their latest LP, ‘Telegrams Elapsing’, is a moderately short collection of six dystopian waltzes, with a slight nod to the progress they have consciously foregone in favour of traditional instrumentation.
The result is starkly giddying, like finding yourself trapped in a perpetual motion machine; you’re neither coming nor going, just spinning all over in a frantic stupor. It’s an album best comparable to The Olivia Tremor Control or The Decemberists, full of whimsy, buzzing hysterics and historiographical account.
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