Return with us now to those thrilling days of yesteryear — you know, the ’90s — when men of valor stared at their footwear and sent sheets of psychedelic buzz-fuckery washing over the faithful with a casual precision and undeniable purpose. Bands like The Jesus and Mary Chain, Curve and Swervedriver defined the period, but chief among those sonic architects was Ride, a trio of 19-year-olds and an old man of 21 who distinguished themselves in a crowded field of innovators with an almost feral intensity. Ride’s early EPs and first two albums — 1990’s monumental Nowhere and 1992’s Going Blank Again — are avowed classics of the genre. Internal conflicts and style tweaking unraveled the band, but over the past dozen years, the OX4 box set, the Waves BBC sessions album and sporadic live appearances featuring various combinations of Andy Bell, Mark Gardener, Laurence Colbert and Steve Queralt have fanned the embers of hope. Late last year, the foursome announced its official reunion, with North American dates revealed earlier this year, including two sets at Coachella. Let it be shouted from the city’s highest vantage point, at a volume nearly equal to the band’s: Your Ride is here.
YOU’LL DIG IT IF YOU DIG: A psychedelic tsunami, a rhythmic earthquake, a melodic hurricane. (BB)