The Herms Welcome All Tourists on LP
Having recently relocated from the Bay Area to Los Angeles, The Herms add true grit and originality to the sun-fried, post-punk scene of Southern California. Born in the co-ops of Berkeley, nurtured in the streets of San Francisco (in between the dot booms), and finally finding residence on the East side of LA, The Herms bring a frenetic, schizophrenic charm to the lo-fi reemergence.
As John Dwyer of Thee Oh Sees puts it: "No one sounds like The Herms. No one sounds like Matt Lutz." Vlad Duran's unique, melodic basslines and Mike Leyva's angular drum stomp fill out the other points of the sonic triangle.
The Herms' new album, Welcome All Tourists, begins with "Parades," a surfy "House of The Rising Sun" set in the blood-soaked sands of sunny Los Angeles. Thus the journey begins as The Herms create a new world of weird scenes, characters and environmental altitudes/attitudes that dive into the altered dimensions of Son of Sam's master demon, General Jack of the Cosmos, with "General Jack."
From the anthemic "Ready/Set 94," to the bipolar quiet/loud monster breaths in "Bezlo," the bossa nova "Sounds Below" evoking The Kinks and Arctic Monkeys, to the western expansion of "Get On (Part II)" conjuring themes of Westworld if it were set on Hollywood Blvd. Finally, the modular comedown of "Autopos" rounds things out just right as the sun sets.