This came out in 2000 — or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
Apparently, there’s some sort of bylaw in the greater Toronto area mandating that all spacy indie-rock bands are required to end their names in “ic.”
First we had Tristan Psionic; then SIANspheric; now there’s Hollowphonic, who were known as Hollow before the indie-rock name police apparently pulled them over. Obviously, the fuzz didn’t toss the boys’ ride; if they had, I wager they would have found a trunkful of whatever it is these guys are taking to help them create the intoxicating, sedative sounds found on their pharmaceutically titled new disc. Humming and churning with the same intergalactic swoop and volcanic star-crunch of My Bloody Valentine and Spiritualized, Phonic 50mg’s sluggish, proggish drums, subconscious vocals and mind-altering atmospheric layers of reverb, echo and noise take you on a one-way journey to the centre of your mind. Call them hallucinogenic — if that name isn’t already taken.
