They plow forward with their Suicide-esque blending of synth and drum machine, but their songs rarely if ever remain as bleak or minimal as a Suicide number. Something about the deathly droning organs and somber vocals has a certain warmth or at least a comfortable and familiar feel to me. This is probably because there is a certain freedom and openess to Wet Hair's song that you wouldn't find within the self-concious world of Suicide, who had a great inability to fit in with New York's early punk scene.
Enough with the Suicide comparisons, but I will say if part of their allure was their insulated, paranoid world, Wet Hair has their own great allure that they don't seem to be playing for any audience at all. You feel like you're just listening to two old friends jam out more for the thrill of playing than what the end product will be. Fortunately, the end product is pretty fucking great, too. The familiar throwback feel of the lyrics (the bravery of youth, hearing your song on the radio, etc.) and the coziness of the vintage instruments don't bely the fact that this is an extremely progressive project/album, full of moments that I can only describe as funeral psych swing.
One of the best driving albums of the year. Makes me wish I had more access to cars and the countryside.
Buy the LP