This came out in 1999 – or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
Don’t think Sister Sledge, think Sister Morphine. Or maybe Sister Ray.
This gang of Nowegian slo-mo dream weavers — none of whom, near as I can tell, is a nun, female or named Sonny — traffic in the tranquilized tones and opiate grooves that have hooked legions of contemporary indie bands. But while the sound is pure ’90s, its roots reach back to the ’60s — specifically, the murky buzz of The Velvet Underground and the reverb-soaked acid swirl of Pink Floyd. Toss on some shimmering guitars and glistening keyboards to give the whole thing a coating of lunar ice and you’ve got the missing link between Radiohead and Heroin. And one truly twisted sister.
