CORROSION OF CONFORMITY, Arrowhead, Comacozer. The Crowbar, Sydney. 12-02-2020.

Words El Jefe.
Photos Rod Hunt Photography.

A tropical Wednesday night in Sydney didn’t deter many for the first Sydney show in 20 odd years for Corrosion Of Conformity (as a 4 piece that is!)

There was already a decent crowd for first support Comacozer, who pounded out a set of heavy space doom instrumentals. The guitar is fulla greasy dirt and wah, and the rhythm section supplies some heavyhanded lysergic throbbing. With some big sounds, and a cool vibe, they provided as a pretty neat entrée for the show. Continue reading

WOODY WEATHERMAN (CORROSION OF CONFORMITY) Interview.

Words & Interview El Jefe.

Corrosion Of Conformity have been a heavy rock mainstay for close to 40 years now (albeit whilst going on “hiatus” a couple of times over the course of their existence), starting life in North Carolina as a hardcore band before settling into their Sabbath-fueled grooves and (amidst a variety of line-up changes) cranking out a bunch of excellent LP’s.

2020 sees the band, once more playing as a 4 piece with original members Woody Weatherman (lead guitar – the only constant member of COC), Mike Dean (bass) and Reed Mullin (drums) as well as long-time member Pepper Keenan (rhythm guitar, vocals) who spent some time away from the band but recently rejoined them just in time to record the bands tenth LP, titled No Cross No Crown. Continue reading

LIGHTNING BORN ‘Lightning Born’ LP Review.

Words El Jefe.

So.

I find in my Inbox an LP by Lightning Born. Lightning Born, Lightning Born… Something pings in my memory, and I recall reading about these guys a few months back, and thinking they’d be worth checking out if the opportunity presented itself. Which it has now done.

I’m loath to call Lightning Born a SUPERGROUP, despite being comprised of members of bands of varying degrees of notoriety. But I will say this, there are bands, and there are BANDS. You see them play, and think to yourself “Fuck me, this ain’t just another bunch of dudes fucking around!” There’s something else happening. It’s an elusive element, and you cannot fake it, if it ain’t there, it will never exist. And sometimes it’s just for a short time, and when you blink, it’s gone. But other times it lives forever. I’m not sure which category Lightning Born will find themselves in come Judgment Night, but for the time being, we’ve got a genuine gold-plated motherfucker of an album to latch onto. Continue reading