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The Myrrors played my home city a few weeks back, all the way from Arizona. Back then, I didn’t know them so when I saw the listing I didn’t go. Now… if this is as good as I’m suspecting it will be having read into it, noting the Cardinal Fuzz label it resides on as I head in, I’m going to cry.

Regret looms large and very real by the end of the second song. The opener is a a noisey and droney introduction, followed by the title track, sprightly and jumpy, before settling into a cool multi-instrument chilled undercurrent and uber psych vibes. I’m already well into this.

As the album title alludes, this is an album built on the internal fires of anti-imperialist resistance. That revolutionary anger could feel at odds with the peaceful states generated by their experimental psych but instead adds something which can be felt as an honest truth through the breadth of the album.

The sunrise rays of light and distant raga elements of Snake Dancers in the Assembly of Death is followed by the patient, shuffling rhythms of Bakú a Bandung, a spiritual jazz ride through the psychedelic haze. The album closes with fifteen minutes of the mellowest of vibes yet, easy-going psych-tinged jazz right along its length.

It is as I feared, I fucked up… but then, with my innate glass half full state of mind I quickly come to a realisation and switch my sadness of missing out to one of happiness that it’s obviously better to have found this band late than not at all. Land Back is a rich album of shining colour that feels completely magical.