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Basements hung with fairy lights, 60s tape reels spinning antique spools, drums dusted with white powder. Gritty riffs and psych rock washes slither beneath airy, blissed-blank Nico vocals spinning spectral tales of shattered romance. A beautifully ruined pair he a leather-clad glowering guitar phantom, she a glacial, broken bombshell blow glitter at each other through the flashes from old cameras.

This is the world of Coves, a classic psych-garage aesthetic vacuum-sealed forever in one time, one space. The space is Castle Grayskull, the live-in studio that musical mastermind John Ridgard helped build in a disused office in Leamington Spa and where their debut album was recorded. And the time covers the duration of singer and lyricist Beck Woods last big relationship, laid out in her songs from first flutter to final choke.

The 10-track album is just 40 minutes long and includes Honeybee, which was the first song they wrote together and arguably their most vicious, Beck sweetly snarling youre burning through my memory like a poison over Johns demonic gutter bass, the sitarnsynth psych-pop wonder No Ladder and the propulsive garage beauty Cast A Shadow (thats about when I got back with him and all the frustration in the relationship) which will be the bands next single, due for release on 27th January.
Coves are catchy and cavernous, and in Nico-esque singer Rebekah Wood they have a cruel chanteuse crushing indie hearts with a mere sneer. NME

Presenting a sparkling set of silvery pop songs, Coves exude a similarly grizzled attitude to The Kills, bolstering their sassy spirit with tinges of 60s psychedelia- The Fly

Its music thats as tense and urgent as it is brooding and pensive, with savage and sweet lyrics wound around shredded guitars. Dazed & Confused

Coves take that idea of the sweet and the savage, of girl-group sass doused in nihilism and noise, and run with it. The Guardian

Magnificent slacker grittiness. The Independent

Coves psychedelic-tinged, layered, propulsive spin on rock and roll cast a spell too pronounced to be ignored Loud & Quiet

A thing of beauty. Pop tones matched by slivers of visceral noise. Clash

A shimmering concoction of psychedelic guitar riffs, dreamy yet confident vocals, and quirky beats reminiscent of bands such as Animal Collective or Braids. Notion

Breathy vocals, twangy guitars and an echoing, shoe-gazing production is catnip to a certain breed of music fan. Look out for them in 2014. Evening Standard