HOTLINE TNT + VÉTO NOIR

Will Anderson believes in true love - both as a concept and as a catalyst, an aspiration and an inspiration.
In his 34 years, the founder and architect of Hotline TNT has found this love perhaps half a dozen times.
Each time has required a huge feat of strength, like a cross-country move or simply an honest admission of his budding attraction.
It's a hopeful and vulnerable way of existing, a way that ensures there are as many bruises as possible in the event of a break-up.
And that's how it's always ended for Anderson so far, whether the air has slowly escaped from a once full balloon or it's simply burst and the bloated feelings have been expelled in an instant.

That tension is the brains, blood and beating heart of Cartwheel, Hotline TNT's second LP and an endlessly romantic testament to the pursuit of something that forever eludes grasp.
A byproduct of Anderson's decade-long quest for the surging sound that's long been on his mind, Hotline TNT has stood out over the past four years by being loosely associated with a feverish wave of shoegaze revivalism.

And Hotline TNT does indeed carry the expected touchstones:
Sky-rocketing guitars that bathe in fluorescent fogs of distortion, bloated drums that pound like they're trying to escape a concrete box, and honeyed vocals that attempt to rise above the chaotic clutter in lifelike mimesis.