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Posted on Thursday, February 27th, 2014
Psychedelic stoner rock. Its strictures are a blessing and a curse. Before dropping the needle or pressing play, you know the beats per minute isn’t breaking 70 or so, there’s going to be echo on the vocals, and every cymbal crash will be allowed to resonate fully. The Swedes in Moon Coven adhere to all those conventions, yet somehow manage to sound fresh when so much of the genre has been stale for nearly 40 years.
There are two things Moon Coven have from the opening notes of “Ruler of Dust” that many bands can’t ever seem to find: an earworm of a riff and a properly awesome guitar tone. The riff is a simple one, a drunken ellipse of a figure, with a slight stagger like a hiccup that immediately catches your attention. Then there’s that tone: rich, thick and resonant from bottom to top, no pass filters, no frills. It’s a tone that fills any room, from clapboard walls to cement halls. With that riff and tone locked and loaded, Moon Coven fire off toward the orb they worship. The song clocks it at just over seven minutes, but it could go another five or ten with that riff to carry the load.
Posted on Friday, February 14th, 2014
Lovingly pinched from The Obelisk: Moral superiority suits San Francisco metallers Slough Feg. Their sound, rooted in NWOBHM traditions and met with righteousness culled from Celtic folk, is neither that simple nor that limited. They reside in that same hallowed realm of underappreciation as Voivod, whose Killing Technology is lyrically […]
Posted on Sunday, February 9th, 2014
Lovingly pinched from Ave Noctum: Waldgeflüster (‘Forest Whispers’ for non-fluent German speakers like myself who were worried about having their err… ‘waldges’ flustered), started out as being the solo black metal project of multi-instrumentalist Winterherz in 2005. This is his third full length album, featuring many guest appearances throughout from […]
Posted on Monday, January 20th, 2014
Lovingly pinched from The Sleeping Shaman: People always remark at the frequency of the word ‘legend’ in modern conversation. A legend is a mate that held down more pints than you at the Brew Dog. A legend is a mate that throws himself around like a rag doll at a […]
Posted on Tuesday, September 3rd, 2013
Praise for Seirom‘s 1973 from San Francisco’s aQuarius Records: We’ve gone on at great length in past reviews of records by Gnaw Their Tongues and sister band Aderlating, about the sound of those groups being bombastic and strangely soundtracky, each trafficking in a strain of symphonic industrial cinematic blackened doom, […]