What would west coast pop art experimentalism sound like filtered through an industrial midwestern prism? No clue, but perhaps Secret Colours can shine some overt light on that. Herein lies some beautifully executed dusty, hypnotic psychedelic garage pop meditations that belong in the same conversation as Dungen and Dead Meadow. The newly minted Chicago quintet channels the finest in the greats of late ’60s psychedelia, ’90s newgaze reverence, and a touch of driving, bucolic, no frills RnR straight from the greasiest of garages. Secret Colours’ true-to-canon psychedelic grit can, at its most beautiful, help you to turn on, tune in, and drop out. But at its most desolate and evil, Secret Colours make Black Angels look like a church fish fry (with much respect to Alex Maas and the gang). Secret Colours are bad dudes, and in a day and age where Anton Newcombe is making fuckin’ dance beats and Syd Barrett was long assimilated by the Borg, Secret Colours are a Kodachrome tinted breathe of fresh air.

The band releases their eponymous effort independently on August 3rd, and may be stopping near you this summer to fold your brain into a origami fortune teller. The fortune teller says to keep a watchful eye on Secret Colours - The Decibel Tolls best new music right here, hombre. Secret Colours previews the album June 11th at Chicago’s Lincoln Hall, and you can ascertain additional facts on the ol’ MySpaces. Amazing art on that dude as well. This is the type of work that straight up humbles my shit as a designer:

For fans of:  Rain Parade, Lilys, The Black Angels

MP3 :::
Secret Colours – Jellybean