At first glance, Geezer made me think of Fu Manchu minus the pop sensibilities a lot of Fu stuff has. A few spins later, and I’m still vaguely reminded of Fu, but there’s a whole cauldron of other sounds bubbling away here as well. But more on that later.
Geezer come from Kingston NY, and formed around an obvious love of Sabbath and all other things imbued with stoner goodness. This trio has a cool take on riff-rock, and the debut LP has plenty of great moments.
They break the ice with ‘Sunday Speed Demon’ and ‘One Leg Up’, foot to the floor rock tunes with gravel rash vocals, a neat rhythm pummel and some savage guitar playing too. Continue reading →
Lumbering, fuzzed-out doom with road-rash vocals is something I love. The riff! All those bastard spawn of Sabbath. And I know in my bones that the power-trio Borracho have the same unwavering love for it that I have. Launching from Washington DC, (right next door to Maryland, and we know the level of STONER/DOOM that Maryland has delivered!) Borracho can really deliver on all fronts when it’s time to bring the heavy too. Atacama is the third full length LP they’ve unleashed, and fine evidence that the party ain’t nearly over yet.
‘Descent’ lurches into the blackest of Sabbath’s with a guitar tone that could rattle ya teeth outta ya head, but it’s also a surprisingly tender instrumental. Bells, some lysergic emanations throbbing in the background and easily serves to set the scene for the rest of the album. Continue reading →
They’re called The Watchers. Sabbath Highway is their debut EP. Not too hard to guess what they may sound like with a title like that. Or perhaps it’s just a hint at some influences. Never the less, this EP is an absolute fucking little beast! Hard, dirty biker rock, with some sublime playing and riffmongering. Awesome vocals too, and as is usually the case, can lift a great band (or even a mediocre band) to levels way higher than they could ever hope to achieve with a less than amazing singer.
‘Sabbath Highway’ is a rock solid blast of purebred rock and roll. Straight outta the gate, this fucker just won’t lie down and die. From the opening cockrock guitar blast through to the powerhouse rhythm section, this song has the lot for any discerning rock’n’roll fan. Continue reading →
So it’s no secret that Kyuss have had a massive influence over the heavy / stoner / desert rock (whatever you want to call it; stoner works for me) scene since their inception in the late ‘80s. Tuning down to C, (although Homme claims he wasn’t familiar with Sabbath. Yeah, I’m skeptical too), and playing laidback heavy grooves. Garcia’s vocals were a huge part of the sound and influence, but it was Brant Bjork’s influence on Garcia that led to this vocal style; during Garcia’s audition suggested he try to sing slower and sang him an example. Bjork also hand a large hand in the songwriting. The rest is (musical) history.
‘The Gree Heen’ opens the ledger on Tao Of The Devil, and kicks off with a slick melodic droney run. Some jazzy drums are a cool touch too. Continue reading →
Red Fang. I hadn’t heard of them, but caught most of their set on a couple of years back when they shared a bill with Kyuss Lives and Orange Goblin. Pretty rockin’ I thought. Raunchy, distorted, abrasive. Loud and nasty. My kinda filth, and an excellent warm-up for both OG and Kyuss too.
Ten or eleven years into their existence, this Portland quartet are not taking the foot off the pedal and coasting. The new LP, Only Ghosts is a down and dirty mud-ride plum fulla mangled guitars, drums having the shit beaten outta them and stomach pump bass riffs. The road rash vocals are handled by guitarist Bryan Giles, while bassist Aaron Beam keeps things on the straight and narrow. Combined, they add an excellent depth to the whole shitstorm of sonic dementia. Continue reading →
Friday night in Sydney and the early signs that summer had begun to rear its hot little head had just appeared on the horizon. Warmish, a bit humid, no need for a jacket any more. I took a slow walk to the bus stop, drank a beer on the way and headed to the ‘Hag.
I arrived, grabbed a beer and hit the band room to check out Comacozer. Some hot’n’heavy, bludgeoning riffs were being marched out by the instrumental trio. Screaming guitar licks and a bass player who was doing a great trade in fuzz bass. Some seriously bone-jarring tones were being wrenched from his bass. Their psyche-doom was pretty neat, but ultimately, I think having a vocalist could have helped their cause. Continue reading →
It must be something in the whiskey. Dallas has delivered some absolute monster bands over the years. (See a review here of WF buddies Mothership for further evidence of this HERE) Which brings me to Wo Fat. I’d bought a couple of their early albums, and always dug ‘em but they then managed to slip under my radar. Until now! Midnight Cometh, which is their fifth studio release (to go with a live record and a coupla split releases) recently landed in my inbox, and straight outta the gate, it impressed the fuck outta me. Continue reading →
They were raised in a lost city called Perth that can be found somewhere on the edge of time. And with them they brought Cosmos Terros, an LP that may have been hewn from stone. The band is spacerock quintet Mt Mountain and they have truly delivered an epic LP with Cosmos Terros. Droning, sitar-like guitars, single note organ lines, and a slow but insistent rhythmic throb paint the songs in unknowable hues. This is a slowly told collection of mind-warping tales etched in ancient characters on the undercarriage of a prehistoric UFO so they could be carried across all the universes and into eternity.
‘Seek The Sun’ and ‘Pass On’ bookend a record that is a seamless journey through
gargantuan and dreamlike riffs that ebb and flow like a tide. And they easily spill from one song to the next. ‘Diablo’ has some gently leached slide guitar that hauls it home to the inevitable conclusion. Continue reading →
Gozu. I’m guessing this is Japanese for “hardhitting stoner four-piece from Boston”. Flashy guitars, hyperactive drumming, thunderous bassplaying and a booming powerhouse vocalist to cap it all off is what we’re dealing. The songs are strong, and awesomely gritty too.
Marc Gaffney’s supreme vocal prowess hints at Ian Astbury and occasionally Chris Cornell and are both soulful and rockin’. Musically, they display alot of originality with lotsa chunk and some well balanced with melody too. Doug Sherman is a riffmaster when he gets his paws on his guitar, and more than ably backed up by the rhythm section comprised of Joe Grotto on bass and Mike Hubbard on drums. Continue reading →
Sydney’s stoner-metal rock and roll freaks The Archaic Revival have finally paid off their debt to Satan. And so Satan has now handed over the master copy of Rock n Roll Holocaust, the debut LP by the trio. If you’ve ever caught the live show, you’ll have a fairly good fucking idea of the Pandora’s (music) Box you’re about to open. And the good news is the band has a lot to say musically, but never repeat themselves.
While there’s no doubting the genre of Rock n Roll Holocaust, there are plenty of nods to everything from rockabilly to ‘70s funk that flavor the tunes and lead the band away from being easily typecast. That said, this record is totally balls-out rock!
‘Black Hole City’ and ‘Drug House’ lay some sturdy foundations. Lucky for us too, ‘cos you’re gonna need something to hang onto for the rest of this trip! Continue reading →