iliketrains

With matching pencil ties and designer beards, iLiKETRAiNS croon their epitaphs atop a full throttle juggernaut of spectral white noise. The lyrics are pin-pricks to the retina: eerie apocalyptic visions of burning towns, which are somehow given an air of grandiose romance. It’s like a young Stephen Patrick Morrisey with a Kevin Shields fascination. The drums are a military two-step, sharp as fuck and keeping the burgeoning fuzz from falling static. And when it all comes together on the singles, like ‘Deception’, it has enough emotional clout to make a despot weep. The problem is, the same frazzled times that led to the awkward labelling of ‘post’ rock bands have also shortened our attention spans… to the length of a nats kneecap. So halfway through the set, the audiences’ eyes glaze over and what had previously been an epiphany becomes a bore. You could start the set from any point and it would be consistently incredible for 15 minutes, and consistently pointless thereafter. I like iLikeTrains. I love them in, fact. Everyone does. It is just that we are a nation of AD riddled, emotionless sociopaths, beyond caring. Moon on a stick? Unless it has bells on the end, we don’t want to know.