Glixen - Quiet Pleasures

Glixen are a Phoenix, Arizona based Shoegaze/Dream Pop four-piece. Quiet Pleasures is the bands second EP. Quiet Pleasures is shoegaze of the hoover variety. Sucking up dust and dirt like it's nobody's business. Heaving the universe in-and-out in big-gusto-breaths. Sucked in and spat out. Shot across the universe in a ball of sugar-coated phlegm. Those ain't no shooting stars. 

Etching splits in the fabric of time itself, Quiet Pleasures opens with "all tied up". The worlds which the EP ripped open are tended to as "lick the star" ebbs forwards. Lulled in right before the gashes of a wounded world are re-opened as the track moves back into the fuzzed-out pastures in which the project stemmed from. Reverberant walls shimmer. They beckon you. Super dreamy, but somewhere on the outskirts of a sweet nightmare is where it sits. Candy floss grows in droves and threatens to suffocate anyone willing to not wake the fuck up! Reserved, not shy. Wanting to be left alone while not needing the attention it brings. Alone, but not lonely. Aware of others wants; aware that they're wants are not needs. Leave them where they lie. Swirling up; spiralling down. The wobbly way in which the path presents itself. As the crow flies - straight over, or through if need be. Worming tunnels in your mind. Digging deep. So deep that there's no other side. Dig-infinite. Some wounds will never heal. Suck it up, starlight. 

Slapped clean by the slow-rush. Sandblasted by shooting stars. Burnt to bits; scorched. Hair wet with sweat. The heat melting your desired mode of being. Discombobulating the inner workings of your system. Thought patterns beaten down to a pulp - more of a strain on the brain than really required. An analytically wounded psyche. Unable to be. The logical manifesto of the self succumbed to an irrational state. Needing more but wanting less. Stuck on the periphery. Glued to the outside. No choice but to play the observant part. 

Meteoric waves are ridden across Quiet Pleasures' 22-minute runtime. It's sure to blow the doors off its hinges and the dirt off of your psyche.