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9 out of 10
Listening to Chickenhawk is the aural equivalent of being battered about the head and neck by a huge, feathered monolith whiles simultaneously being cosseted in gentle waves by an ocean of chicken soup. This album is a huge, monstrous slab of post metal (or whatever you want to call it) tempered with epic, swelling grooves.
Obvious references would be Big Black, Melvins, Mr Bungle, Black Sabbath. You know the score. Distorted, buzzsaw guitars lock into throbbing bass grooves, all held together by clattering syncopated drums, and topped off with some quite frankly loopy vocals, ranging from a guttural howl to a throaty whisper, and pretty much everything in between. There are moments of sheer chaos, where you can't help but wonder just how the band makes it all fit together, and there are (occasional) moments of almost normal song. Mostly though, you'll be enjoying a sonic barrage of towering riffs and meandering solos, and being really glad that you have something to give your expensive new headphones a workout, even if it is making your brain hurt a bit.
This album probably isn't for everyone because, frankly, you're probably not good enough to appreciate it.
Listen: www.myspace.com/chickenhawk
Tracklist:
1. Dude-a-tron
2. Piglosaur
3. The Let Down
4. Nasa vs. ESA
5. Minus Infinity Killswitch
6. Duel-a-tron
7. Kerosene
8. Gravitonic Liferay Table
9. Mandarin Grin
10. The Pin
11. Bottle Rocket
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