With their debut album sitting proudly on the shelves, Psychid return with their fourth single, a broody piece of electronica and a curiously dull choice for a single given the heat and beat of summer harmonies currently bouncing about.
The suicidal chorus regurgitates far too much, so pitifully that one feels obliged to stop the thing to put the crooner out of his misery. Brood drifts into droopy lo-fi indie on Albedo. All very well produced, but staying true to form, is another repetitive, moody sop of a song.
ParaSYCHID#7 has been ripped from Kid A so unashamedly that the A still sticks to it. Probably a good idea to sling it on as a b-side. The best not-so-Radiohead Radiohead tribute band I ever heard.
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