Given the celebrated output of Deerhunter/Atlas Sound foreman Bradford Cox, it’s surprising just how few imitators he has. There’s good reason for this: few have the wont to subject audiences to an hour-long interpretation of My Sharona, nevermind the dedication to reel out a slew of high-quality longplayers without pause for breath. While it’s likely Baltimore outfit Dead Mellotron possess neither of these attributes, there’s more than a trace of Cox’s shoegazing shtick to their enveloping swoons.
On third record, Glitter, the trio’s dedication to
tripped-out psychedelia bleeds through this spacious seven track effort.
But despite any perceived familiarity, there’s little predictability on
show. The shimmery trance of Can’t See combusts into an exhausting
guitar collision; Making Up is a coruscating melodic sweep; while the
opium-den chimes of Babe melt insouciantly into the airwaves. At times
magical, Glitter is Dead Mellotron’s first clear step to discovering themselves, rather than others.