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In March of 2021 he made the move, heading back west to the Inland Empire, where he booked sessions with Gabe Largaespada at Open Ocean to track and mix.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDespite recording every instrument himself, the results have the lived-in feel of a practiced live band (which Cold Gawd now are, fleshed into a sixpiece). Cascading walls of guitar churn, surge, and ripple, framed by sunken rhythms and Wainright’s distant, defeated voice, veiled in violet haze. He cites the thematic common ground between shoegaze and R\u0026amp;B as a central muse, both obsessively fixated on love, lust, and longing, in forms alternately grandiose and minor key. Lyrically the album sways between oblique and desperate, yearning and resigned – with the exception of “Comfort Thug,” a brooding, largely improvised spoken word piece inspired by the notable lack of black musicians in shoegaze.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCold Gawd is here to change that. \u003ci\u003eGod Get Me The Fuck Out Of Here\u003c\/i\u003e channels malaise and melancholy into gauzy, galvanized anthems of escape, change, and introspection. The crushing closing cut, “Passing Through the Opposite of What It Approaches,” heaves and hovers like looming storm clouds, beneath which Wainright sings (and bandmate Arturo Ramirez screams) as close to a mission statement as the album offers: “leave what you know \/ and get grown \/ everyday \/ remember \/why you left.”\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Dais","offers":[{"title":"Black | LP","offer_id":50504869806411,"sku":"1159790","price":22.99,"currency_code":"GBP","in_stock":true},{"title":"Clear | LP","offer_id":50504871674187,"sku":"1159791","price":24.99,"currency_code":"GBP","in_stock":true},{"title":"CD","offer_id":50504868004171,"sku":"1159789","price":12.99,"currency_code":"GBP","in_stock":true},{"title":"LP","offer_id":50504873410891,"sku":"2028089","price":24.99,"currency_code":"GBP","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0867\/1120\/6219\/files\/00b26e0a-5cd2-48f2-89e4-8f401e5ad9f4_thumbnail_4096.jpg?v=1727811247"},{"product_id":"ill-drown-from-this-earth","title":"I'll Drown From This Earth","description":"\u003cp\u003eSouthern California shoegaze squad Cold Gawd return to Dais for their second and most supreme suite yet of crushing downer bliss: \u003ci\u003eI’ll Drown On This Earth\u003c\/i\u003e. From the defiant scream that kicks off opening cut “Gorgeous,” the album rips in what singer and principal songwriter Matthew Wainwright describes as “go for it” mode: holding back nothing, wasting no time. Although the bulk of the songs were written in 2022, recording sessions weren’t booked until March of 2024, which allowed ample time to refine and distill the music’s hooks, heaviness, and haze. The result is a perfect storm of distortion and dream pop, cracked love songs cloaked in swooning walls of noise. \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eRecorded at Paradise Recorders in Anaheim, California with Colin Knight (of post-punk unit Object of Affection), Wainwright tracked the strings while Cameron Fonacier handled drums. The process was efficient and effective, sharpened by years of performance. Anthemic headbangers like “Portland,” “All My Life, My Heart Has Yearned For A Thing I Cannot Name,” and “Malibu Beach House” sound as dynamic as they do dialled-in, soaked into the bones of the players. The lyrics camelast, written by Wainwright a week before recording. Moods of surreality (“I can hear the blood in my fingers \/ nothing tunes out \/ the world’s too loud”), infatuation (“I will follow \/ everywhere you go \/ any way to feel \/ how you glow”), and melancholy (“God kept me around \/ for no good reason”) flicker and fade within a fog of memory and reverb. \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAs on 2022’s \u003ci\u003eGod Get Me The Fuck Out Of Here\u003c\/i\u003e, Cold Gawd's contemporary vision of shoegaze manifests intriguingly in outlier moments, like the hushed, whirlpool reverie of “Tappan,” or the vaporous, slow-grind downtempo of ““Nudism”” (complete with regal piano outro). Theirs is a muse as vivid as it is varied, from Loveless, to Drake, post-hardcore and Beach House. Drown evocatively captures the expanding canon of Cold Gawd, dense with riffs and raptures, escape and revelation, channelled from stacked amps and hidden powers: “Give praise \/ to whatever \/ I got time for \/ hallelujah.”\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Dais","offers":[{"title":"Purple LP","offer_id":50531138732363,"sku":"2206322","price":27.99,"currency_code":"GBP","in_stock":true},{"title":"Black LP","offer_id":50531138666827,"sku":"2206320","price":24.99,"currency_code":"GBP","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0867\/1120\/6219\/files\/9c9148a1-b9e8-a2ce-312d-8aa218bb9bad_dd4ba467_thumbnail_4096.jpg?v=1728096417"}],"url":"https:\/\/shop.roughtrade.com\/fr\/collections\/cold-gawd.oembed","provider":"Rough Trade","version":"1.0","type":"link"}