Few bands cover as much emotional ground as the quartet of Texans formerly known as Pure Ecstasy have over the course of their three full-length records. They can evoke the anthemic highs their name suggests on drugged up Bee Gees ballads like “Heaven,” but they can also do pure agony just as compellingly.
Why are they’re bigger for all their blunted disaffection, they’ve still yet to put out a record that clearly depicts and integrates both impulses. their finest moment But both sides are at least evident in the wonderfully disorienting bildungsroman Crawling Up the Stairs.
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