"Fuck you, we're here. We rock. That's what we live for." That's the message White Hills are sending out with their new album. This is the quintessence that White Hills draw from life, the universe and the rest. And White Hills play a "fuzzed out motorik spacerock". And what about all the rest on So You Are... So You'll Be? Sure, the spirit of Hawkwind floats above all the stoic rhythms, the partly distorted riffs and the ethereal sounds, but the New York trio has gone through completely different schools: In "In Your Room" and the title track, the Noiserock, invented in New York in the early 1980s and reminiscent of Swans or The Fall, flashes through. The Internal Monologue" is different - a single electronic cloud of sound in which sound layer upon sound layer piles up and slowly booms. White Hills have also found their inspiration in the Far East: "Forever In Space (Enlightened)" is a wild, shrill psychedelic inferno full of yowling guitars in high speed, the Japanese style of Acid Mothers Temple. "So You Are... So You'll Be" is also the band's seventh album, so she has enough experience and skill to confidently cross through all these styles. This interstellar cruise lasts almost 44 minutes and makes short stops in digital game worlds several times. This does not necessarily harm the flow of tracks. Because the destination of the journey is worth it: The final "MIST (Winter)" - which is quite appropriate given the general weather conditions here in the first half of the year - is NEW! like a NEW! What a successful tribute to the Düsseldorf Krautrock heroes!
Top track: MIST (Winter)