Philadelphia’s FAR OUT FANGTOOTH have been meddling within their own poisonous cloud of murky, atmospheric noise for a while now, and after a stellar debut LP on Siltbreeze last year, we’ve cornered their deliriously downtrodden din for a blurry 3-song EP of devastating caliber. Their solidly mid-tempo, gazey gait, braced with gothic flourishes of noise and carefully arranged explosions of angelic harmony are beautifully morose and radiant at the same time, combining the guit-architecture of Sonic Youth’s early primal scree with Circle Pit’s squalorous nuances to create a heavenly hypnotic, haunting haze. This is a band that seduces you when your guard is down, only to soar down and rip your heart out of your chest just at the moment when the rising tide of crashing noise hits you at full force, breaking any human down into their simplest parts. A deeply disturbing, yet fulfilling set of tracks that make that dark place in your heart seem like a nice place for a picnic, and a greater sense of anticipation for what Far Out Fangtooth will drudge up next. Edition of 475 copies.