One of the greatest gifts an artist can give their audience is a world to get lost in for a while. It can offer pure escape, or a different perspective, just so long as this painting, book, movie, song, whatever, takes you some place else to see the world or yourself anew. The 21st-century is forever framed as 360-degree assault on our attention, and isn’t it just. But, more importantly, what is that doing to our imagination? When you come across a record like Endless Rooms, the third album from the Melbourne-based indie-rock quintet Rolling Blackouts Coastal Fever, it’s like a spa day for the grey matter. Even the cover, a photo of the lakeside cottage where they demoed the album, bright gold of the illuminated interiors framed by obsidian nothingness of the night sky, invites a daydream. There will be more to come.
Rolling Blackouts Coastal Fever’s sound is constructed of a
