Entombed within the chrome coffin of Kingston Pennsylvania - aggravated youth suffering from the stigmas of sex, boredom, death and creativity - WESTPOINT was procreated. Birthed through a cavity in the fangs of suburban America in 2014, they have since grown into a garden of strange orange light and a saccharine slice of early adulthood. Bloomed into a beautiful flower, “Dive” was released in 2015 and with it a dissection and reanimation of the purple glow of progression. Sonically suffocating and devastatingly whimsical, the orphan choir marched forward to a somber, slumbering cadence. 2016 sees WESTPOINT in a new light. Crushing softness, the harsh luster of growing and the adolescent haunting us all. Tangerine scream. With their new self-titled LP, to be released on BBB Records this fall, WESTPOINT have been vom-ited out of the bottom of the belly of a good vibe. Subtle like a ghost and savory. Cemetery-esque - dark, sullen, with glimmering shimmers of passing positivity and hope. This is a band morphing from naive children to real life adults - it’s absolutely beautiful in a dreary, dreamy, surreal way.
Tracklisting: 01. Avoid the Oxygen 02. Blur My Vision 03. Feel October 04. In My Way 05. Jamais Vu 06. Anesthesia 07. Idle Hands 08. Lunar Incantations 09. Tangerine 10. Mars