Prairiewolf

Still dispensers of the deepest cosmic float, Colorado trio Prairiewolf returns with a new approach on their latest album; a woven tapestry of live and studio synergy that nudges the listener deeper into the froth. The album was laid to loom on the live stage, culled from performances across the Denver area, but this isn’t just a mere taper’s dream. The band has augmented the memories, slipped the seance back into the studio and layered and re-layered new realities on top of the tapes. It’s an approach that seems to slide right into the crux of Prairiewolf’s ethos. The album has the heart and pacing of the packed room as a chassis, but it grows bigger and billowier with time. It blooms into something heightened. The colors crisp as the studio embellishments contort the bones through prismatic lenses.

Those who’ve seen the Wolf on stage know that the band can divine something close to the cosmic nerve. From the outset that ability is the undercurrent that keeps Zone Poems moving. The hypnotic chug of synth drums and Wilcox’ bass tether the band, but that doesn’t keep them from trying to float further towards the atmosphere. Beck’s guitars and Erwin’s organs have found a symbiosis that’s liquid and light, cooling the further they float into crystalline shapes. The band bandies slow-motion kaleidoscopes rendered Rose Quartz and Tourmaline hues. Imbued with an icy air (something about the elevation maybe) the record radiates a kind of saturated, sanguine quality that pulls the listener deep into it’s caverns. A headphone record of the highest order, the album finds the band getting bridging the divide between improv and immersion. One of their best yet, and a ’26 year-ender for sure.

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