Trailer Trash Tracys is – despite the alliterative effort – an almost unspeakable name for a band, no matter, whether the band’s music suits the name or not. In the case of the quartet from London, the self-titling doesn’t quite seem to match up: With their debut, Ester, TTTs – as they’ll probably be called in the future – have come up with a Lo-Fi-album in best Shoegaze-tradition, far away from trailer parks and trash-attitude. But maybe it’s all exactly about this kind of inconsistency. And about resisting a pattern that would rather reveal meta-levels than musical talents. What the name evokes is not more than a grain of a somewhat pessimistic anticipation, as illustrated with this introduction. Then, the opener, Rolling – Kiss the Universe starts to rumble all over the place and gives the second track a rather peculiar reception. You Wish You Were Red emerges from it with clear and comforting beats, over which Suzanne Aztoria’s voice flys etheriously. And then, there is that incredible bass-line that doesn’t even try to hide its origins – Badalamenti’s Twin Peaks theme is more than obvious here, but through the skilled placing, it’s rather a homage than sheer mimicry. As the record goes on, TTTs trot on with minimal instrumentalization in the tradition of a cinematic score. Backed with psychedelic-experimental sounds, it still never looses track of its main theme. In a reliable manner, the known drums, guitars, bass-lines and Aztoria’s singing return, giving the record its unshakable foundation, as well as its moments of randomness. When the sound becomes as brilliantly dense as in the melancholy-melodic Candy Girl, the listener will compliantly lean back and agree to a trip that will end in spherical surroundings with Turkish Heights. And that’s exactly the moment in which – under assistance of the badalamentic bass-line – it all comes back to the very beginning. That’s why, Ester sometimes sounds like a Lynch-movie from the 90s, which only underlines the affinity to bands like the Cocteau Twins or Slowdive. And then, even the chosen name as a contemporary answer to those roots begins to make sense.
Ester
