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Apr 13, 2017 Web Exclusive By Lauren Hardy

We are familiar with the nostalgic bulbousness of Timber Timbre, the weeping willows’ long tentacles waving high above our heads creating a stage for front porch cracklers crafted from the wafts of simpler times. But these are not simpler times, and the confusion of our day warrants complicating noises. Sincerely, Future Pollution is as disconcerting as it is dire—from the textured head fog of “Velvet Gloves & Spit” to the dooming glittery magic of “Moment” to the shook-down sultriness of “Floating Cathedral.” Its slithering rattle is hard to shake. And it’s something new for the Timber Timbre crew—Sincerely, Future Pollution materializes a distinctly ‘80s coldness, with electric guitar pep-talks aside fuzzy, building synthetics. We are transported to a chase scene in a 1988 mystery teledrama, we are running and we are cold yet we are warm and want to be held, and somehow both John Farnham and Nick Cave are there. It’s an understandable direction. One that we can’t turn back from. (www.timbertimbre.com)

Author rating: 7/10