An exercise in earthbound alienation, the debut album from Dear Time's Waste is entitled Spells. It casts shapes in the shadows of film music, with a healthy appetite for Lynch and the Spaghetti Western hauntings of Ennio Morricone.

Drawing from the water coloured wash of 2009's reputed EP Room for Rent, Dear Time's Waste takes a side step towards a soundtrack embedded with a multitude of voices, oscillating between a raw whisper and an Elvis impersonation; a suburban street and a
spot-lit stage. Private moments are shattered by clatters of bells, as harsh light disguises a familiar face.

A live act charged with a formidable intensity and a quiet charm, Dear Time's Waste has played alongside Deerhunter, Woelv, Connan Mockasin and Cut Off Your Hands among others. A Dear Time's Waste performance is invested with a gauzed tension, slipping from layered post-rock into clean guitar pop with barely a word.

Following the lilting chorus of first single Blue & Gold comes These Words Stick Me To You, a crisp and brief pop jangle frosted with a layer of tongue-in-cheek lyrics highlighting the woes of long distance love.