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Palms
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    • Imported from USA.

    Entropy is the tendency of all matter to move from a state of order to disorder; the Big Bang scattered stars across the
    universe, friction turns to flame, ice dissolves into water. But sometimes entropy works in reverse, where destruction
    brings new beginnings. The Los Angeles heavy, stargazing rock outfit Palms was forged out of an explosive collision too,
    as Deftones vocalist Chino Moreno joined forces with critically-lauded post-metal group ISIS, venturing into bold sonic
    territory that careens from kinetic churning guitars to quiet, atmospheric moments mining rich emotional environments.
    Palms' self-titled Ipecac Records debut is wrought with dark anthems and intense textures, shoring cinematic,
    introspective interludes with tidal waves of distortion. From the ashes of ISIS, the band's skeleton crew Bryant
    Clifford Meyer (guitars, keyboards), Jeff Caxide (bass, keyboards), Aaron Harris (drums, electronics), were faced with a
    decision: turn away from music or begin to build again. After a little time Jeff, Cliff, and I decided that it was
    insane that we all still lived here in Los Angeles and weren't playing together, Harris says. It just sort of happened
    naturally, probably because we have been playing together for so long, and things started to come together. But we
    didn't want to be instrumental: We wanted vocals. We just weren't exactly sure who that would be at first.
    Topping their shortlist of singers was Chino Moreno, whose vocal complexity interfaced seamlessly with the multi-faceted
    vision of Palms. Harris, who also recorded and engineered the album, had heard that Moreno was an avid follower of ISIS
    and approached the singer with the new project. I love the dynamic range that Chino is capable of, Harris says, He can
    go from light and airy to sounding like he's got acid in his throat. His lyrics grab you and make you want to know more.
    I love that. Moreno immediately accepted. A chance to work with the guys from ISIS sounded like a lot of fun, Moreno
    says, I've always been into the atmospheric sounds they had created with that project and felt my sense of melody would
    meld well with theirs.
    Moreno's dynamism balanced the tectonic shifts in Palms instrumentation, as he howls over Meyer s searing guitar that
    ignites a conflagration when mixed with of propulsive rhythms by Caxide and Harris on the climax of Shortwave Radio.
    While creating the genre-obliterating album, Caxide says that their cumulative experience helped evolve their creative
    process. We communicate much better than we did in ISIS, he says, No one is afraid to speak up if they don't like
    something and our roles are not confined only to the instruments we play. Culled from subconscious inspiration as Meyer
    says of his intricately crafted keys and guitars, these sonic textures accumulate like sediments, providing dense layers
    that set the foundation for Moreno's skyward-arcing voice. Then there's the slow-burning Antarctic Handshake, which
    pairs crystalline guitar chords echoing into space as Moreno's voice, both distant and resounding, pensively ruminates
    over subtle, sweeping synths: It s time to let go. It's a statement, a question, or, perhaps, an invitation; these
    cryptic lyrics acting as an empty vessel for the listeners to ascribe meaning, or maybe a mirror reflecting back secrets
    dredged from deep within. But the emotional affect of Palms album is distinct: it moves and is moving; a perpetually
    forward-lunging exploration of moments both epic and intimate as all-enveloping loudness bleeds into piercing
    near-silence. It's an evocative aesthetic that could score the soundtrack to dystopian films, or scorched-earth world of
    post-Apocalyptic novels, that resilient spring that follows a Nuclear Winter. These are songs with a sense of urgency,
    the inertia of breaking apart, and the energy of building it all again.

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