TEARGAS & PLATEGLASS - TEARGAS & PLATEGLASS

Imagine waking up, your bed in the middle of a charred, smoking field somewhere in the middle of war-ravaged Bosnia. Everything\'s grey. NATO planes fly overhead, opening fire on small pockets of the surrounding city. Brick buildings are blown apart. Cars are on fire. The only thing you hear are the blackbirds watching the dead, and music that sounds something like the dark love child of DJ Shadow\'s Dark Days work, and Godspeed You Black Emperor!\'s f# a# oo. It\'s symphony strings played on violins made of the bones of the bodies you see lying motionless around you, and drums heralding the unstoppable arrival of unexpected return fire.
That\'s Teargas & Plateglass, and their self-titled new record. And while the above picture it painted in my head may not be exactly what they had in mind, I can’t imagine it being anything else. The music is murky and thick, like a room full of ghosts. The occasional vocals creep in and haunt all sense of security out of you, especially on the \"Adam’s Lullaby\" remix with Natacha Atlas, and the even creepier goosebump soul of \"911\" remix, with Oba Funke and Zap Mama.
Teargas & Plateglass is a beautiful, dark record to get lost in. It\'s an atmosphere that conjures up an occasional head-nod. And it\'s exactly what I imagine nightmares to sound like.