By Josh Dixon
The opening guitar riffs of Cousins latest album The Palm at the End of the Mind make it clear you’re in for a musical joyride. The guitars are loud, the bass is heavy, and the drums are pulsing. As the vocals chime in, your foot involuntarily begins to tap. It’s lo-fi garage rock at it’s finest. It makes you want to dance. It makes you want to break stuff. It makes you want to fuck on the floor.
There’s a sense of joyful rebellion echoing effortlessly throughout. The album flows from track to track seamlessly as the sound takes hold of your mind and forces you into submission. That’s okay though, because this album is damn good. It’s loud and it’s grimy, but it all works perfectly.
The first two tracks are a rambunctious collection of sounds and annoyances that combine into a swirling mosh pit of the mind. Things slow down as the third track “Kyber” begins, and it’s here the band’s lyrical charms shine through.