Quicksand Bring On The Psychics

Quicksand Bring On The Psychics

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Thirty-three years ago, three guys from the New York hardcore scene slowed the mosh down, tuned the tension up, and accidentally drew the blueprint half of heavy music has been tracing ever since. Slip, Quicksand's 1993 debut, is one of those records whose influence is so total it's become invisible, the groove-forward, space-conscious post-hardcore that a thousand bands absorbed secondhand, most famously the generation of alternative metal that conquered radio while Quicksand themselves burned out after 1995's Manic Compression and vanished for two decades. The reunion era that began with 2017's Interiors and continued through 2021's Distant Populations could have been a legacy lap. Instead, the band treated it as unfinished research. And now comes Bring On The Psychics, released Friday, their fifth album, their first in five years, and the most alive this band has sounded since the first Clinton administration.

Start with what it is on paper, because every detail is a statement. Ten songs. Recorded and mixed in ten days with Jon Markson, the producer whose work with the current generation of hardcore-adjacent bands makes him exactly the right conspirator for elder statesmen who refuse to sound like elders. Released not on a major, not on a tastemaker indie, but on Equal Vision, the label woven into the same New York hardcore history the band came from, making this a homecoming forty years in the making. The title comes from Carl Sagan, the great scientific skeptic, deployed with a smirk. And the lineup is the essential trio: Walter Schreifels, whose resume, bass in Youth of Today, guitar in Gorilla Biscuits, is a founding document of youth crew hardcore; Sergio Vega, who spent a decade-plus as Deftones' bassist, playing in the very lineage Quicksand helped ignite, now back home; and Alan Cage, still one of the most quietly authoritative drummers the scene ever produced.

Schreifels has been open about the album's animating spirit: he went back to the records of his teenage scene, the ones that mattered because they were, in his words, "providing possible paths to a better future … with mosh parts." That's the energy here, and it's the key that unlocks the whole record. This isn't nostalgia for a sound, it's nostalgia for a function, music as a usable tool for living, urgency with a purpose, and it explains why an album made by men in their fifties opens with a track called "Get To It" that hits like a to-do list written in distortion. The carpe diem is real. The riffs are realer.

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The range across ten tracks is the widest they've ever allowed themselves while still sounding unmistakably like one band. "Get To It" and "Regenerate" carry the hook-driven heaviness, that signature Quicksand trick where the groove is the aggression. "Crystallize" swings the other way entirely into genuine shoegaze splendor, guitars dissolving into weather, proof the reunion-era experimentation wasn't a detour but a destination. "Supercollider," first heard on the band's split with Hot Water Music, finds its proper home in the sequence. And the record closes on its own title track, the Sagan invocation, skepticism and wonder in the same breath, which is about as precise a description of this band's whole worldview as exists.

The week of release told you what it means to people. The night after the album dropped, the trio played the entire thing front to back in a Brooklyn basement venue, then ended on "Landmine Spring," the 1995 single, three decades of history folded into one set. Next month they take it across North America with Bane and Soul Blind on the bill, three generations of the same idea sharing a stage.

Here's the argument, plainly: Bring On The Psychics is the rare fifth album by a reunited band that justifies the reunion retroactively. Most bands return to protect a legacy. Quicksand returned to keep using theirs, and this record, fast, disciplined, strange in the right places, made in ten days by three lifers with nothing to prove and clearly no interest in coasting, is the sound of a band that understands the assignment they gave everyone else in 1993 and decided to turn it in again, better. The blueprint drew itself a new wing.

Bring On The Psychics is out now. Buy it on Bandcamp, find vinyl and tour dates at quicksandnyc.com, dig into the reunion-era catalog on the band's Bandcamp and at Epitaph, and explore the label at Equal Vision Records.


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