Gersey
No Satellites
Inertia


Ever since the release of their amazing debut LP, 'Hope Springs', Gersey's majestic, elaborate guitar epics have graced radio to much acclaim and even more unawareness. There's no-one here to blame, of course; as spirited and vibrant as a slow, seven-minute exercise in hypnotic guitar wash can be, it's not the kind of sound that will always awaken the unconscious listener from the deep slumber of modern alternative radio.

So it's a truly brilliant move to have the band's third album, 'No Satellites', turn the corner. The wash hasn't gone (just hear the amazing Fourteen Shades); it's just more distinct, more alive and much more likely to lift said dazed eavesdropper right off their sunken recliner.

This time long-time producer Tim Whitten has been relegated to the mixing chair, knocked off his perch by rapidly ascending engineer Dean Turner, revered in my head for being behind the chair on theredsunband's 'Peapod' (and, in most other heads, for being a founding member of Magic Dirt).

In this environment, Gersey has provided a series of fiery, vivid performances, with a purpose and calculation never before heard, which have then been mixed by Whitten, the guitar-wash master of yore. It's the perfect balance of the band's new shoegazer turn alongside their dream pop heritage.

With such great pop songs as Small Change, The Girl Is My Gun and Sinners In White, alongside the surprise guitar riffery of Fire, 'No Satellites' is a well-needed inclusion into the Gersey oeuvre. Taken with a liberal dose of their previous two LPs, this could just establish Gersey as the masters that, really, they've always been.

Ben Revi