The Acid have announced the release of their exceptional debut self-titled four-track EP on 14 April 2014 through Infectious Music. The Acid started as a project by three artists who had come together by an incredibly fortuitous chance encounter. The EP first emerged online earlier last year and was shared quietly by the band, but the music was so immediately captivating, so markedly different, that word spread fast and quickly formed a life of its own.

The Acid came together from three separate worlds. They are globe trotting, Grammy nominated DJ & Producer Adam Freeland, creator of subversive crossover hit 'We Want Your Soul', spearhead of a scene and label boss of Brighton's Marine Parade Records; Californian Polymath Steve Nalepa, whose time is split as a producer, composer and professor of music technology; and Australian, LA based, artist and producer Ry X, whose ‘Berlin EP’ was released on Swedish label Dumont Dumont and later Infectious in 2013 to softly bubbling acclaim, and who, with his other alter ego as one half of Howling, created an eponymous club smash and toured heavily through 2013’s festival circuit.

Ry and Adam, who had initially met in Australia several years prior, ran into each other at a mutual friend’s party in LA last year. They found common ground in Ry’s recent Berlin underground music adventures and started hanging out, experimenting with song ideas and recording sketches on their iPhones as they went. They fast realised their writing styles coalesced into an exhilarating new form. As luck would have it, Adam had studio time booked with his mate Nalepa the day after their meeting. Having birthed EP opener ‘Animal’ in the first 24 hours, it took a mere nine days more to write the rest of the astounding ‘The Acid EP’.

The sound they’ve created together is truly genre-less, a term used with increasing frequency but never quite so well suited as to them. The guitar, at times three or four of them layered together, seamlessly blends in amongst bass shudders, beat pulses and elongated drones as Ry’s vocals beatify then rage amidst delicate synth lines and pitched down field recordings of street noise, birds, the clacking of bicycle spokes and the creaking of a leather jacket. The Acid weren’t even sure what they were composing at first, as Ry describes, “It’s like painting before you know what you are painting. You’re stuck in the process before you’ve got an idea of what you’re making. The beauty of that is complete freedom.”