WHITE FENCE 8211 Orange 8211 LP 8211 Vinyl APR 24

LP – Standard Edition Black Vinyl with Printed Inner Sleeve. Like a lightning strike that travels through time is there a word for that? White Fence are all of a sudden cracking in the hear-view mirror again. Orange hits like, visceral. White hot and cold, a zombie Rhinestone Dwight Twilley Cowboy but with each Rickenbackin chime, the ticking of the clock jingle-jangles White Fence in fresh time. Ruthless! Guitars sound and like a shower spray forth. Resolutely picked. Cold and soothing. Shellodic (the melody in a shell, duh!). Swivelin thru the jagged, jittery pop sounds of the 60s-00000s, the sharped focus of Oranges rock sonics gives Tim Presley exactly what he needed the most: open space to sing into, and songs to sing. The rest is White Fence magik at its most dark, as Tim\’s restless free-allusivation trippifyingly transforms the cramped confines of heart wracked self-excoriation right before our eyes and ears! In pop songs. On (the mixing) board with White Fence/on the (drum) kit with Tim is Ty Segall (also producer of For the Recently Found Innocent, the last solo White Fence album). Engineering tactics fully hand-in-glove with the White Fence intent, they produce a clean and uncrowded space to mount up all the rock n balladry, their clean lines surrounded by an emphatic/unalterable (minimalist) frame. These are hits! All of em gleaming with clean electricity, and white (sometimes black-and-blue-eyed) soul. Hard water and power held in stylish reserve: Your Eyes, Given Up My Heart, Unread Books, Evaporating Love number among the many highlights. Tims lyric sets and chord progressions, with their perspectives, time codes and smash cuts, give up eleven fleeting glimpses from the other side of the \’Fence, each outfitted as foot-forward pop tunes for maximum rock n roll. On the title tune, I Came Close, Orange For Luck, the lyrics dire implication, blurred sumptuously by Tims eerie falsetto, twist strands of dread into the sunshiny college rock, sharing sum space with old schoolboys, The Smiths, while straying, an outcast of its own kind. Or the Lennon vibes of \”Unread Books,\” operating through carefully twisted Presley wires. Production polarities on point! Playing with genre throughout the album like a space-age Kinks, Tims natty wordplay splatters against the songs\’ rock-solid edifice, spilling an infinitum of cracked, shaggy realities, billowing, mirrored, sharded. When it all moves, you move, and thats fun, so long as you savor the deep impact of a couplet from I Wanted a Rolex: Its the ocean sized desire/Impossible to satisfy.\” Tim offers this post-op \’as-per\’ for Orange: Love/loss, addiction/rehabilitation, and a good long look in the mirror (by way of a shop window reflection in San Francisco). But also the absurdity of life….. I wanted to sing my little heart out. Sing life Orange is an unstill life; a bowlful of Tims latest conceptions for guitar band, grown larger through thoughts, feelings, SONGS and some keys and synth from Alice Sandhal (+ 2 drum cameos from the ever-righteous Dylan Hadley!). A trance-like chronology of consciousness, captured in opalescent diamond tightness and ice fidelity at Tys Harmonizer II studio. Its a KILLER. White Fence is Orange on time this time! Tracklist: SIDE A1. That\’s Where The Money Goes (Seen From The Celestial Realm)2. I Came Close, Orange For Luck3. Your Eyes4. Given Up My Heart5. Unread Books SIDE B1. Evaporating Love2. Reflection In A Shop Window On Polk3. I Wanted a Rolex4. When Animals Come Back5. So Beautiful6. Blind Your Sun