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It is the feeling of the tsunami that washes over your heart and senses, the invisible one save for the notes of expression which feel like rivets being plunged into the greatest of ocean going tankers, the smash of heavy iron against the titanic shoulders of industrialised steel, in which the loud and unique hit you first.

The latest in a long line of mini album releases from 50FOOTWAVE, Bath White, is a lengthy dive at the heart of a crushing wave, not one born of destruction, but one in which the tidal wave is addictive, the sea is one that never forgets and the dynamic settle for the intimate sound of nature to aid them on their way.

The sound of the visceral, of the punch bag asking for more and more in return for the feeling of affection that a boxer brings to the ring coupled with the softness of a recently born pet ready to love and admire, both states are to be felt emotionally within the confines of the six track strong mini album. The dichotomy of love and anger flows through the air as if autumn and spring had combined its near majesty of winds to create a devastating force, one with the self awareness of holding humanity at bay from the worst effects of its wrath but dangerously beautiful to create chaos if needs be.

In the six tracks lays greatness, the hammer of steel against soft velvet, and the lyrics bust several guts to come out with the force that is surely intended to make the listener sit up and take notice but also be comforted by the way in which they are delivered.

With God’s Not A Dick, Human, St. Christopher and Sun Salute all making their presence known with fire in their belly and an avalanche of emotion tumbling out of the skies, Bath White continues the work of the band with great appreciation from the listener. A series of loud explosions, of velvet like dreams all intermingled at the same time; Bath White takes no prisoners.

Ian D. Hall