The Spirit Of The Beehive have a wide sonic palette within every song, pop rock rhythms and sweet melodies supporting dolefully sung detachment pair with atonal, crushingly heavy noise rock crafted perfectly to necessitate repeat listens.

The band often alter their songs live to fit the personal experience of the show itself, and such obsession with mood has proven to be one of their most prevalent strengths. Pleasure Suck, the third and most fully realized release from The Spirit Of The Beehive, finds one of Philadelphia’s most ambitious and captivating psych rock outfit slowly devouring listeners’ brains with sad, beautiful pop melodies buried under the guise of noisy, volatile and unconventionally griping compositions. Over the album’s 36 minutes, the band traverses the ghostly back-roads of indie rock with a wide sonic palette and undeniably hypnotizing results.

There’s a certain air of mysteriousness that surrounds The Spirit Of The Beehive and its weird, wonderful music. Detached yet fully engaged, the quartet seems to float back-and-forth between fantasy and reality. The songs on Pleasure Suck evolve deliberately and dissipate quickly, yet linger in the air long after they are gone. Shifting between ambience and lo-fi pop, with fits of discord, dissonance, and distortion