homescience used to be the terribly inappropriate pseudonym for cooking and cleaning lessons when i was at school. oh, if only it was a pseudonym for shaking a duster while shaking your booty, i might have paid more attention and snagged me a rocket scientist for a husband. all is not lost though, i'm only young, and even my two left buttocks can shake up a storm when homescience are delivering lessons with swirling hammonds while indulging in a navajo rain dance. it's back to night school for me then.
fela lewis - logo magazine

well we just had to start this particular missive with this little cutie, in all honesty i thought they'd packed up their collective belongings and loaded the wagon to disappear out of town never to be seen again. think of the mix of joy and horror we felt in finding that not only are they still around but that they've released the odd album and single here and there and are duly waiting to unleash the 'jungling' longplayer onto an unsuspecting nation any day soon. 'june' sees that they lost none of their impish charm in serving up memorable skewed pop of the highest order that there is to be had around today. starting out with a dippy introduction, 'june' is dictated by a seriously dizzying laid back groove that'll flutter in your head for days or your money back, pierced occasionally by angular riffs and harmonies straight out of sesame street, majestic stuff. as always my favourite is found grazing idly on the flip side. 'the actors retirement home' goes all crookedly west coast while suffering the after effects of sun stroke while sitting out on the porch playing their ramshackle mix of wayward pop and campfire folk sing-a-long after an overdose of of montreal record listening and several shots of bourbon, stunningly warped with shades of subtle psych and a frazzled needling guitar for company, delirious stuff. on any other given week a cert for the much-disused single of the missive award methinks.
mark - losing today

homescience are, along with their contemporaries the earlies and the thrills, one of many current bands, in thrall to the sweet americana of mercury rev and the flaming lips.
andrew ward's humble vocals are woven with crystalline acoustics and a solid beat which complements the "ba-ba-ba's" of the atmospheric chorus. they're perhaps the only band to come up with a song based upon 'the actor's retirement home'. it brings to mind the mighty scott walker at his peak and that's no mean feat for a b-side.
it's another cracking release from burgeoning label track and field, who are reviving the fierce spirit of the independent label. that independence is going to be the ace in their pack and make homescience race ahead of their transatlantic wanna-bes.
ali macqueen - record collector