Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

Somewhere between certainty and propaganda is the realm Where The Truth Lies, a kingdom within a fiefdom, where publicity and exposure battle it out to the point of surrender and the score is never truly settled, not established with a firm hand; not unless you have a stamped set of scales proudly proclaiming the legend, Made In Minsk, emblazoned upon it.

It is in this sense of the serene that belief in truth takes shape, where the forces of nature gravitate with purpose, with a case of extreme force, but nonetheless majestically, from the created boundaries of London, Moldova and Holland; a force that binds itself to the strength of recovery and the attitude of the unstoppable dynamo, an influence of finding the gravitas of Rick Senley’s Musicforvoyeurs adding to the authority in which they have controlled with their sculpting of the heady brew of psychedelic indie thrash folk.

Made in Minsk’s debut single is one where the band of performers have come together in time, the happy random accidents that befall us once in a while but are actually fate’s way of saying, “This is the point in the story where your life takes a turn, play hard, for it is going to be about passion and not about choice.”

From such humble beginning’s forests grow, there may not be the idea of having grown up together and taken several hundred falls from childhood dreams in garages and back bedrooms, but what there is achievement, solidarity, of understanding that the need to knuckle down and experience is only superseded by the truth that they search for.

The truth is out there, as a popular science fiction series so elusively once demanded in its title credits, and whilst everyone’s truth is not the same shade, colour or texture, it is worth always preserving your own documented search for it, as the music of Made In Minsk handily supplies, to not hold onto the truth is to find falsehood and to be unforgiven.

Ian D. Hall