Revelation, for me, is an album I put on the spinner when I’m in the mood to impress. When you live in a tiny unit with just two sofa chairs and no dining room table in the main room, this Brian Jonestown Massacre set becomes a perfect distraction from your ﬁrst-world, 20-something poverty.
I have glided my way through most of the band’s 17, somewhat unsettling, albums, which I attribute to frontman Anton Newcombe’s extensive drug and alcohol use and inability to record sober.
Revelation, at number 14, was the ﬁrst he created without the help of a mindinducing substance, and is therefore appropriate enough for a polite dinner party held on the lounge room ﬂoor, rather than a morbid discussion surrounding the inspiration behind a tragic mass suicide, although both would be accepted.
And from the ﬂoor, with its ‘60s psych aesthetic swathed into a musty reverb of wasted vocals and country clangs, it’s something many of us can relate to. It’s a solid album, and a lot less creepy than the majority of its forefathers, making for an easy listen.
Favourites of mine collect around the middle of the album, including the tunes Unknown for its romanticism and upbeat melodies, Memory Camp for its slow, almost psychedelic drawl, and Days, Weeks and Moths for its ability to place the world at ease.
Pick up this album if you, like me, need an impressive soundtrack to match your outﬁt and demeanour. Works on friends, lovers and grandparents alike.
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