ST 37

ST 37

And Then What (Noiseville)

And then what? That's precisely the question ST 37's posing to you, dear listener. After 20 years as Austin's drone/prog/space/psych niche-fillers, no one can accuse them of not knowing the answer. On their latest slab of vinyl, bassist Scott Telles' howl is as potent as ever on opener "Thirst," a voluminous jam that watches the "oceans receding from space," and ST 37 instinctively knows where to go next: right into Joel Crutcher's snaking guitar on "First Light," a tribal passage through the heart of face-melting darkness. The bridge continues over "Invocation of My Demon Brother," the dizzying bleeps and feedback swirling into well-oiled paranoia, which drops into the thrashing "Watch the Bile Come Out." It's this series of ebbs and tsunamis, pulled under by plodding closer "Future Memories," that ST 37 has mastered. The title is less a question, more a carefully plotted map of destruction.