10 Songs, 45 Minutes

EDITORS’ NOTES

The London-based psych-rockers’ debut is as hypnotic as it is adventurous. Ulrika Spacek were originally formed on a night in Berlin and there are traces of Germany’s psych heritage in the motorik pulses of The Album Paranoia. Across that rhythmic bedrock, their riffs cut heady, intricate patterns, and opener “I Don’t Know” sets the tone with guitars that skank, drone and chime against haunted vocals. Veering from the mantric loops and repetition, the capricious art-rock of “She’s a Cult”, and woozy ballad “Airportism” demonstrate that Ulrika Spacek’s sound is consistently beguiling–whatever form it takes.

EDITORS’ NOTES

The London-based psych-rockers’ debut is as hypnotic as it is adventurous. Ulrika Spacek were originally formed on a night in Berlin and there are traces of Germany’s psych heritage in the motorik pulses of The Album Paranoia. Across that rhythmic bedrock, their riffs cut heady, intricate patterns, and opener “I Don’t Know” sets the tone with guitars that skank, drone and chime against haunted vocals. Veering from the mantric loops and repetition, the capricious art-rock of “She’s a Cult”, and woozy ballad “Airportism” demonstrate that Ulrika Spacek’s sound is consistently beguiling–whatever form it takes.

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