Shimmering

There are lots of ways to love the guitar. Hey, not like that. Mind out of the guitar, people. The sound of the thing, I mean. I don't usually think about it. Growing up with rock n' roll means the guitar seems as much a part of nature as water. But sometimes, its properties just assert their magic — a brain-melting Eddie Hazel solo, a John Fahey rhapsody, Johnny Marr doing just about anything. And then there are minor moments that stop you all the same. Like this tune, where the steady, reverb'd string-raking ushers you solemnly into an ethereal place that suddenly comes into existence. Respect to my man Carl for bringing it to my attention.

The Bloodthirsty Lovers - Call Off The Thugs