GREENLEAF, Jack Harlon & The Dead Crows. The Vanguard, Newtown. 8-11-2019.

Words El Jefe.

So it’s Friday night, and catching Greenleaf was the only thing on my agenda. I took a stroll the length of King St, and took in the scenes. A warmish Friday night, and the hordes were out!

I missed Arrowhead unfortunately, although I have seen them countless times over the last decade of so. Easily the best and most consistent stoner band Sydney has ever produced, a classic power trio led by Brett Pearl, whose guitar and vocals are both world class.

Next up was (were?) Jack Harlon And The Dead Crows, a Mexican outfit on tour with Greenleaf. Having heard several excellent reports about these dude, I was keen as mustard to get a birdseye view. They certainly didn’t disappoint me either! Fat as fuck, greasy-sounding guitars, an excellent drummer and a ripsnorting bassist who left nothing behind when they plowed through their set of stoner/psyche/blues rock that easily coulda been straight outta ’69. Great presence, and a lot of the set left me feeling like I was swimming in a heavy swell and the dark was closing in, such were the dynamics of the band. Check ‘em out! I grabbed a copy of their LP Hymns as well, which I’m sure will be getting some heavy use very soon. Continue reading

WO FAT, Comacozer. Howlin’ Wolf Bar, Wollongong. 13-06-2019.

Words El Jefe.

So I made the call to head down to the ‘gong for this show. A Thursday night, no work the following day. What the fuck, you’re only young once so I hit the road.

I arrived at Howlin’ Wolf Bar, with its impressive array of drinks proudly on display behind the bar just as Comacozer hit the stage. Well, technically it’s a stage. The expression “not enough room to swing a cat” doesn’t really cut it here. There’s not even enough room to swing an imaginary cat on this one, but that’s rock’n’roll for ya! Comacozer opened with one of their spaced out intros, before morphing into some spaced out doom. Heavy, and with lotsa effects along the way. Pulsating waves of sound and great guitar tones. Their bassplayer also pulls some good, grunty sounds from his Rickenbacker. Two more songs of the same ilk complete the set, with one of ‘em having an almost Eastern trance vibe running through the middle, before rolling into a more balls out riff-fest. I enjoyed the band, but reckon adding a vocalist would greatly benefit the sound.

U.S. headliners Wo Fat, here on a longish jaunt around Australia as well as NZ, were next up. Been a fan of their psyche-rock stoner rock for years for years, so keen as fuck for them to start. Continue reading