For fans of The Velvet Underground, Can, Gang of Four, hypnogogic pop, and those vague impressions you have about the supposed golden age, I Lost My Way for Centuries by The Drin haunts us with some near-familiar tones of classic folk rock as a thickening haze of psychedelia forces us face-to-face with the corpse of the hippy era. Placing these folk tones in a threatening headlock, a rigid grid of motorik krautrock emerges out of the ether of progressive aesthetics, a tendency which also destabilizes classic folk storytelling to encourage more instrumental jams and more abstract lyrical streams of consciousness. The closer we look at these songs, the more we draw ourselves out of our false mass-cultural memories of a time most of us never directly experienced. Instead, we experience this moment of history as one voicing of an eternally unfolding human spirit, one which began long before this time and still has a bit more to go, one which has a much stranger and yet more intuitive story to tell than any we’ve ever heard before.
