The latest offering from Denver’s Totem Pocket begins with its wooziest, weirdest song, a bad trip translated into thick, sludgy sound. Stick with it though! You’ll be rewarded with a truly awesome slab of fuzzy and fierce dream pop. One crucial ingredient in the band’s very tasty recipe is pure volume — an element that many worshipers at the altar of shoegaze somehow forget about . . .
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