How Bark Psychosis Made Scum
A post-rock masterpiece recorded in an East London church
A distant guitar reverberates quietly for three and a half minutes.
Shortly before the four-minute mark, acoustic drums appear, and the guitar eventually starts strumming single chords.
The piece nearly seems to fall apart before it even started.
Moody, almost shy vocals come in around five minutes into the tune.
“Don’t tell us that we’re all free/You can’t…
