Bondo’s self-titled third album resurrects the glacial, improvisatory spirit of ’90s slowcore and post-rock, channeling Codeine, early Mogwai, and Tortoise through a sound that is at once knotty, menacing, and unexpectedly melodic. The LA quartet lets its guitars wander, collide, and shimmer, turning patient ensemble improvisations into music that rewards patient, intensive listening . . .
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