Green Hills is the debut album by Cornish Psych rock band The Heavenly Bodes whose Fin Wilson recorded the band onto an old Fostex reel to reel tape recorder in a friend's front room and managed to get bags of stereo separation and a great warm sounding album using 8-tracks at most. The Heavenly Bodes are Paul Ruskin, Alex Mantle, Fin Wilson and Lolo Puleston.
The album opens with Acting that has a bit of Belle & Sebastian being infused with some Small Faces spirit with a good dose of acid, gauzy vocals and rather upfront snare part help give this a hazy slightly frazzled stoned feel.
De Groene Heuvals is the recent single, a garage rocker with psychedelically fried driving beat, that's perfect to frug across the room too, while the guitar solo goes wild around that insistent neo-Diddley beat.
Edwards Allotment is a strange place, you go and lose yourself among the runner beans and prize marrows in a hurricane of fuzzed guitars, oscillating synths and reverb heavy vocals explaining the events that took place on that Allotment, It was rather trippy.
Faux Pillars might have had too much to dream and now they are seeing the Faux Pillars that try to make things seem civilised, the guitarist really can't stop freaking out and making this into an essential to hear song, while I try to figure out which Doors song, they re-arrange the keyboard part from.
Five Ways is a slower sparser song depicting the Five Ways in question that you might say goodbye to one another. It slowly builds and falls like the dying embers of another relationship wrecked on the rocky coastline.
The Heavenly Bode may be in love with Rob & Amelia's legendary band but wears that love hidden up their sleeves and covered is Psych rock weirdness, leading to super speedy freak scene guitars.
National Express isn't a Divine Comedy cover song but praises that coach line with a very The Telescopes style pace and feel, for there escape from Cornwall to other places up the road.
Sea Water has gentle swell guitars and a sun dappled edge to the spry edge to this evocation of spending lots of time around Sea Water, surfing hanging out and generally living by the sea and the love that it brings, while the lyrics go rather weird in a good way.
The album closes with the velveteen freak out of Spit The Pips Out, that has some brilliant Ostrich guitar and is the song I want to hear on repeat, they explain those pips are full of cyanide and you'd better be careful and Spit The Pips Out at all times, or you won't get to hear this magnificent freak out again and again like you really ought too.
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