- so far away
- for a moment
- your eden
- the wanted
- no sun
- spiders web
The Band: Shane : Voice, Guitars | Marc Turina- Bass | Dale Reckless- Synthesizer | l.p.- drums | Scott Bedillion: Guitars
A review from Losing Today, Italy
Disturbing patterns of synthesisers rise up and mingle into a strikingly aggressive guitar style (shoegazers school), with a rhythm section that hammers away incessantly. Songs like “so far away”, “for a moment, “spiders web”, and “overslide”, bring back memories of the Cure, the Chamaleons and Modern English, but with a new and modern appeal, that makes me think we’re dealing with a work of art.
A review from Outburn Magazine #4
Spearheading the new underground of gothic rock, Low Sunday Ghost Machine have created a debut album, available through Etherhaus, that will drop jaws around the world. This five-piece band combines elements of The Cure and Joy Division into a brilliant blast of scintillating sound propelled by the deep yet refreshingly un-Eldritch vocals of Shane. The rest of the sound is provided by the ethereal and angsty blend of Shane and Scott’s guitars, the brilliant keyboard work of Dale Reckless, the strong bass playing of Marc, and the steady percussion of L.P. The songs can range from the fast goth rock of “For a Moment” to the slow churn of “Overslide,” but I find the most appeal in the almost-gothpop of “Your Eden” and the gentle caresses of “Blast.” Low Sunday Ghost Machine is a fine blend of gothic rock with pop overtones that is sure to take the world by storm.
A review from 3rd nail Magazine
Pittsburgh’s most elusive band, it took me forever to see these guys live, and I was glad I did. Musically and lyrically they are fantastic. Sometimes they have the guitar sound of early Cocteau Twins or even the Disintegration-era Cure, but they layer so many guitar and synth lines that it sounds like a whole other instrument. What crowns this though is the vocals, low without sounding ridiculously deep and emotive without being fake. The whole thing is like early 80’s new-romantic/early goth thrown into a blender with complex arrangemnets and a little more “rock” than the 80’s. Trust me, you will like it!
A review from In Pittsburgh, weekly
The local gothic scene attains a new zenith with the immaculately produced, self-titled offering from the reclusive Low Sunday Ghost Machine (you don’t see them playing out much around here a recent rare appearance was at the Cabaret Diabolique). Where some other local goth/ethereal outfits have dabbled in light, breezy textures, the shimmering music of this quintet is more like a gale-force wind. The CD starts off slightly weak with songs slavishly emulating the Cure and the drummer limiting himself to a mechanized backbeat I actually thought it was a drum machine for a while because the beats were so bare and simple. But about halfway through the record, the power of the sinuous bassline and the wall of My Bloody Valentine-style guitars kick in, and the songs become slower and more melancholy try The Cure’s Faith, Pornography or even Disintegration as a fair comparison. Low Sunday work best when they don’t try to “rock out,” but just take things easy, enveloping the unsuspecting listener in a swirl of dark, glistening sound on the penultimate songs. Then the very last track, “Static,” is the killer. The band stays on one note for more than five minutes, pummeling you with a fantastic MBV-ish drone while the echoic vocalist soars overhead in the finest British fashion: “Television’s on/static’s go-o-one.” I’m told they often open with this song in live concerts if so, the track order should have been reversed, which is my biggest complaint. However, I much prefer LSGM’s approach, as opposed to the stultifying, monotonous Sisters-clone goth-metal favored by some of our underground denizens of the night. So if your tastes tend to the independent dark-rock of the ’80s (Xymox, Breathless, And Also The Trees) or some of the newer heavenly drone-pop (Half String, Lanterna, Curtain Society) you will want to pick this CD up and be amazed that, finally, something this pristinely beautiful comes out of our fair city.
– Manny Theiner