HYDRA HEAD RECORDS SELF-TITLED DEBUT- OUT NOW!!!
"Pyramids songs are free-time, all-encompassing static, black-eyed angels swimming with you to heaven in a rowboat. Seriously." - L.A. Weekly
"...[an] unapologetic post-rock assault... a formidable talent..." Pitchfork
"Located at the point where ecstasy tips over into terror, 'Pyramids' is a beguiling nightmare of an album." -Terrorizer
"Way way way recommended. A new aQ favorite for sure..." -Aquarius Records
"Pyramids just redefined grimness for a generation... this is music you lose yourself (and your sanity) to... I wanna hear more." -Decibel
"Pyramids could possibly be post-post-post rock that hasn't been invented yet." -Advance Copy
"In short, a wet-dream for post-metal fans [...] Pyramids’ debut album is focused, captivating and intensely psychedelic. " - The Rock Blogger
"Unless you’re coming off heroin and want to re-experience the feeling of nodding off stay away." -Mammoth Press
"Haunting and... uniquely unnerving. The band has done a fine job of executing their vision and I can see fully why Hydra Head Records includes them on their distinguished roster" -Audiobomb
"A cloud-scraping vocal ballet... totally fucking beautiful"-Paper Thin Walls
"It emerges from the black slowly, winds into a climax, fades away, and when you’re done you can only remember sketchy details" -Tiny Mix Tapes
"Vicious and devastating music... a challenging and thought provoking debut album that is equally spellbinding and frustrating" -Scene Point Blank
"A thundering post-rock, post-everything blitzkrieg on your senses... an extremely remarkable and impressive debut"- No Ripcord
"A record filled with a plethora of interchangeably fine moments... The adventurous and the fans of exceptional free-form post-metal will find much merit within, and the rest will incorrectly think that anyone could do this"
-Metal Reviews
"Some of it is beautiful in its own Cocteau Twins-way, other parts are nightmarish, atonal washes, but all in all it forms one of those albums I’ll probably be returning to every so often over time" -Lowcut
"Pyramids is a free form sort of band, to put it lightly [...] it seems like there are two different records going on at the same time. " -Decoy Music
"Intense, terrifying bombast... resolutely unique... a place no album should ever take you... totally weird and totally new" -Drowned In Sound
"[A] very impressive debut...alternatingly very beautiful, horrifyingly ugly and immensely promising for next time." -Pop Matters
"There’s barely a deviation in the divisive pattern of abrasive industrial grind and over-thrashed ethereal numbers the album flips between until the closing trio of songs fully succumb to the mind-numbing gothic electro-percussion stuttering that makes what would otherwise be a solid shoegazer disc virtually un-listenable to anyone whose mother wasn’t pregnant with them while operating a jackhammer nine-to-five while listening to My Bloody Valentine obsessively." -Exclaim!
"Recommended if you like taking some Valium and imagining what it would sound like if Al Jourgensen from Ministry programmed drums for a project between Johnny Greenwood from Radiohead and Jim James from My Morning Jacket that you were hearing from a different room with cotton in your ears." -absolutepunk.net
PYRAMIDS
It starts in the upper atmosphere, in that rarefied air where silence sings
and time is little more than an abstraction. As it makes its way down
through the tree line, to sea level, to the ear canals, elliptical windows
and auditory nerves of the great unwashed, the shapes begin to shift.
The sine waves become more distinct: swarming, swirling guitars,
drums like a churning steam press, a chorus of celestial voices. Instru-
ments collude and collide in a roiling shoal and then dissipate, leaving a
cavernous hole, a ghost town, the vestiges and echoes of a brief terres-
trial existence. Out in Denton and “other parts of the country,†where
seemingly mild psychotropic disturbances can have vast and sinister
implications for certain elements within the local populaces, Pyramids
conjure the cacophonies of the great unknown, one song at a time.
