Album of the day: Children of Doom – Doom, Be Doomed, Or Fuck Off

Praise for Children of Doom‘s Doom, Be Doomed, Or Fuck Off  from San Francisco’s aQuarius Records:  These filthy French freaks are back!! A while ago we listed their self-released 4 song demo cdep, and it kinda became a minor sensation among AQ customers into, well, doom, but doom of the most psychedelically fucked, primitive rock ‘n’ roll variety. In that review, we mentioned “magical dirtbag psychedelic metal anarchy… wasted heaviness, psychomaniacal alcoholic sludge”. And yeah, that, um, description would apply to this their debut full-length as well!! So queue up and get ready to guzzle CoD’s high octane, wah wah crazed, Vitus-worshipping, greasy hippie biker brew.

Doom, Be Doomed, Or Fuck Off consists of six new songs, filling 42 minutes with this trio’s unique, over the top onslaught of hypnotically crude riffage, distortion, widdly guitar, and wailing vox (not quite so strange as on the demo, but still…not normal). And these songs are fairly hooky, too. Drugged out and doomy, but rockin’. Also, they show some signs of musical progress since the demo (not that we were hoping for any!!), getting just a bit more sophisticated sounding in their playing and compositions. Maybe.

One sign of this: according to the credits, somewhere, supposedly, there’s even some saxophone on this disc!! Ah, must be in the final track, the album’s longest, a 12 minute excursion into tripsville, called ‘…Mia’s Desert…’, Children Of Doom sounding more like Children Of Krautrock here, all cosmically synthed and sinister, though there is guitar fury unleashed around the halfway point… oh, and then, there it is, some melancholy saxophone over krauty drum beats, how ’bout that? An interesting and unexpected ending to this eccentric album, nice.

Also nice is the cover and other artwork here. We said before that CoD reminded us a bit of Julian Cope’s Brain Donor band, and definitely JC would approve of the artwork on the lyric sheet / poster in the CD. A drawing with all sorts of psychedelic biker shit growing up out of an upsidedown helmet, one of those German WWII bucket style ones that outlaw bikers like to wear (if they’re gonna wear helmets at all). And you’ll be happy there’s a lyric sheet, they’re quite amusing, once again, a lot of talk about who they are (“we are evil, old school, and brutal”) and plenty of swearing in the process. You gotta suspect it’s all a bit tongue in cheek, but we’re not gonna say that to their faces, you never know…

Oh, and the one song here sung in French, ’1916′, is not in fact a Motorhead cover, despite the title – though these guys are in their own way, a Motorhead for psychedelic doom lovers. And like Motorhead, they love their umlauts too (our website, having apparently been programmed by posers, won’t support umlauts easily, so we left ‘em off, but there’s supposed to be one over the “o” in “or”, of all words, in the album’s title…).

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