Paik          are wicked conjurers of a seriously delirious thunder, unleashing          a maelstrom of sound that is as lilting as it is crushing. A power trio          of guitar/bass/drums, the band first streaked across the Michigan space-gaze          scene in 1997, seeking to chart out new aural frontiers within a rock          format. With the industrial playground of Detroit serving as their gritty          muse, Paik seem to have discovered their own particular portal          in sound, a massive sonic whirlpool capable of absorbing everything in          its sphere. Live, Paik employ an elaborate light show, a stunning          spectacle that can re-wire the doors of perception via a marriage of psychotropic          visuals and saturating, bulldozing drone-scapes. Setting Paik truly          apart from the pack is their uncanny ability to combine grace with grit,          a balancing act that matches melodic, multi-hued sonorities with powerful          furnace blasts of volume. Three albums are under their belt (Hugo          Strange, Corridors and The Orson Fader),          as well as an appearance on a 3-way split CD entitled Crickets and          Firefiles with kindred spirits Kinski and Surface          of Eceyon. Satin Black is the band's latest foray          into sound; an expansive, densely woven album laden with dreamscapes heavier          than any the band has unfurled before.  Swelling with lush yet careworn soundscapes, Satin Black plays          host to a mosaic of textures, decorating arrangements that are majestic          in scope but never abandon the will to "rawk". Walls of guitar provide          the magic carpet, but Paik is no mere shoegaze or space rock act.          At low volume the guitars ring and chime, at blistering volume they are          gritty and rugged, a worn-in sound layered with rusted haze. Beginning          with "Jayne Field" , Paik have crafted their most overtly          beautiful tune, as tolling guitar lines wind gilded wire around melodic          bass and propulsive precussion, building and swelling to a hypnotic end.          Over the course of Satin Black, odd tunings and gallons          of guitar afterburn wash up with bottom-heavy riffs, gigantic drums. Intense          volume, blistering feedback and numerous effects coalesce to reveal ghostly          harmonics that dart in and out of the mix. Paik is at their exploratory          best with the closing tune "Stellar Meltdown en el Oceano", a monochromatic,          minimalist drone excursion under which a galaxy of activity is revealed          to the attentive ear. Stretching five compositions out to total just about          an hour's worth of music, Satin Black is both cinematic          and visceral, an album that can at once transport the mind into a dazzling          cosmic high, only to completely lacerate it beyond recognition.  Evoking the roaring resonance of Kevin Shields' levitating guitar          innovations and the minimalist weight of a band like Earth, Paik          are a heady force on the avant rock map. Satin Black is          truly a beautiful noise.
-Strange Attractors