ACID MAGUS ~ SCATTERLING EMPIRE .... review

South Africa's Acid Magus, Keenan Kinnear (guitars); Roelof Van Tonder (bass); Jethro Vlag (drums); Anrico Jeske (vocals) and Brendon Bezuidenhout (guitars/backing vocals), have to date only released a handful of single releases and three full albums (this one included) but already they are being spoken of in the same breaths as some of our scenes biggest hitters. On paper it would seem like Acid Magus' ascendancy has been somewhat meteoric but a lot of hard work has gone into getting them to the point where an Acid Magus release has become something to pre-order long before its release date, the band are of course consummate musicians, writers and arrangers but they also have a great team behind them which has allowed them the freedom to concentrate on what is important to both them and us as consumers...their music. The bands latest album, their third, "Scatterling Empire" (Mongrel Records) is now out in the world, it is a conceptual piece, "detailing the conquest of culture and the resilience of nature", and finds the band adding a blackened edginess to their already quite edgy mix of doom, prog and psych, it is a sound that fits them like a velvet glove and makes "Scatterling Empire" not just a good listen but a totally essential one.  

Opener "War" enters with an off kilter droning effect then explodes into an  onslaught of thundering riffs and rhythms, this is everything that you could possibly want from an opening number, its heavy furious, intense and features a well balanced mixture of soaring clean and gutturally harsh vocals, even the songs slightly off-piste and vaguely psychedelic middle section feels crushing! Next song "Incantations" begins with, yes you guessed it, an incantation which is then followed by Jeske reverting to a clean powerful croon to tell us of  "rituals" and "rites" against musical backdrops that are constantly shifting between luscious and lilting, its a well balanced tome that although slightly anthemic in places does not ever feel overblown. "Wytch" opens with Jeske soulfully wailing of " sirens" and "vultures" over what sounds like an organ or synth accompaniment, things feel pretty civilised up to this point but then as Jeske reaches the last line of the first verse he is joined by the rest of the band in an explosive and intense prog-metal groove that although not quite carrying the forceful impact of opening number "War" nonetheless still packs a wallop, a wallop that is driven by Van Tonder's growling bass and Vlag's busy industrious drumming, these two really are becoming a force to be reckoned with. "Ascendancy" follows and is a one minute plus wave like interlude consisting of  richly ringing guitar textures and is quickly followed by "Emperor" a song that sees Acid Magus doing what they do best and that is layering killer vocal melodies over swathes of of lysergic laced doom'n'roll, big shout out here has to go to Kinnear and Bezuidenhout they really nail that two guitar attack thing with crunching chord work, circular guitar motifs and spiralling lead work adding colour and texture to all that they touch. The word "citadel" translates to a castle or fortress that overlooks/guards a city and so it seems fitting that a song called "Citadel" should possess a a similarly imposing feel and this one does, here we find Acid Magus at probably their most progressive utilizing numerous shifts in tempo, dynamics and volume to create a feeling of largess and vastness that at times feels too big to be contained in something as small as a set of speakers or a pair of headphones, and the vocals, oh man the vocals are some of the most emotive and passionate Desert Psychlist has heard gracing a rock album in an absolute age. Penultimate track "Absolution" is another lilting guitar drenched interlude and leads us into "Haven", now if you thought Acid Magus had taken things to a peak with "Citadel" then this song with its moments of undulating languidity, occasional blackened bluster, unbelievably powerful lead vocals and choir like harmonies will change your mind, this is the sound of other level musicians playing other level music.

Acid Magus describe their music as "garage doom on shrooms", which of course is their prerogative, however we at Desert Psychlist have always tended to think of any music carrying the tag "garage" as being somewhat a little raw around the edges, maybe a touch unkempt and intentionally messy and to our ears that is something Acid Magus' music is a million light years away from being. Ok the adding of "on shrooms" to their description does allow for those occasional moments of looseness that find their way into the bands music but to describe the intricacies and complexities, which are an integral component of new album "Scatterling Empire", as anything even approaching "garage" is doing their music a disservice, "garage doom", no way, this is doom of the stately home variety.

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© 2025 Frazer Jones

MAGIC CHICKEN FUDGETOE ~ BOOK OF URANIUM-235 AND OTHER HYMNS...AND OTHER HYMNS ...,review

When searching for new grooves to lend an ear to we, at Desert Psychlist, tend to gravitate towards music that carries an air of familiarity yet at the same time is able to challenge us as a listener. Of course there is plenty of music we absolutely adore that adheres firmly to the borders of the genres its purported to represent but there is also something about music that disregards all the rules that really sets our spider senses tingling and Magic Chicken Fudgetoe, Joshua McGuire (vocals,/bass); Andrew Watchirs (guitar) and Reece Fleming (drums), are a band who make music that breaks rules. Now we at Desert Psychlist are not going to try and pull the wool over our readers eyes by trying to pretend we have been long term fans of Magic Chicken Fudgetoe, in fact pressing play on the bands latest release "Book Of Uranium-235 And Other Hymns.. And Other Hymns" is our first experience of hearing this band, but after  just one listen to the albums diverse and twisted mix of alternative metal, doom, thrash and heavy psych we knew this was an album we were going to have to review..

"Book Of Uranium-235 And Other Hymns...And Other Hymns" begins with "Season From Beyond" a mostly instrumental number boasting thick doomic riffage and powerful rhythms supporting sampled narration, President John F. Kennedy's 1961 address to the General Assembly of the United Nations, the emphasis here on the prophetic observation that "every inhabitant of this planet must contemplate the day when this planet may no longer be habitable". Next comes "Wilbur", again the feel is doomic and sludgy but there is also an air of underlying grunginess to be found here, lyrics on this tome are kept to a minimum and consist of just the words "war", freeze" and "now" and are incanted in an angsty howl, a great example of  how just a few words can say so much. "Children of Atom" cleverly transposes Adam for "atom" in its title to tell a tale of a generation brought up under the threatening shadow of a nuclear apocalypse, a musical mish mash of stoner-like refrains and alt-metal dynamics the song utilizes a mixture of clean melody and throaty forcefulness to get its lyrical points across. "Dying Mind" follows, its deliciously rumbling bass line and simple but totally effective drumming working as a platform for some seriously impressive Wah pedal fuelled guitar work, the song boasts quiet/loud/quiet dynamics and those dynamic are reflected in the vocals which switch from  clean homely crooning in the songs quieter parts to impassioned throaty screams in its more intense sections. Magic Chicken Fudgetoe have no fear of taking paths less travelled and that becomes evident on the quirky and off-piste "Patron of the Misborn" a song that boasts a detailed and disturbing lyrical breakdown of the effects of radiation poisoning delivered in slightly detached vocal tones over an off-centred semi-acoustic musical backdrop. Whispered vocal tones evolve into manic eyed screaming and slowly revolving guitar motifs morph into manically spinning heavy psych refrains for the mind-blowing "Anchorite" while "Mictlan" mixes Nirvana-esque structuring with elements of punk and hardcore furiosity. There is a playful swinging vibe about next song "Heretic" that is sonically somewhat reminiscent (to these ears) of Brit-pop/indie pioneers Blur, Desert Psychlist is not quite sure how this lyrical tale of trying not to be a square peg in a round hole works with the albums post-apocalyptic theme but then we guess that is something that would become a survival strategy in dystopian society. Lastly comes "Virgin AfterBirth", this song starts light airy and relatively psychedelic but then explodes into a feral onslaught when the first verse appears, the songs lyrics spat out with an angsty venom, occasionally interrupted by smooth clean crooning, over angular rhythms and jagged guitar textures, the song only returning to its initial psych leaning groove in its final moments. 

Stonerized alternative metallic psych with aspects of hardcore, post-punk and thrash running through its veins is probably the best way to describe the music contained within "Book Of Uranium-235 And Other Hymns...And Other Hymns" but in truth the music Magic Chicken Fudgetoe make together is much a reflection of the name they have chosen for themselves, a collection of things put together with each other that on the face of it make no sense at all but then ultimately somehow does. 

Check 'em out ....

© 2025 Frazer Jones

IRONRAT ~ BENEATH IT ALL ... review

It has taken ten years for Bradford, UK's Ironrat to finally get around to releasing the follow up to their debut release "Monument" (2015), but let's not be too hard on these Yorkshiremen as Ironrat is only one of the musical projects the musicians who currently make up the band have been or are still involved with. Guitarist/vocalist Martin Wiseman has made his presence felt on the scene with Psychlona and Lazarus Blackstar, Wolves In Winter is a band you can also find guitarist Wayne Hustler's name gracing the line up of while drummer Gordon Wilkinson might be a name well recognisable to those who have ever lent an ear to Hollow Earth, as well as the aforementioned Lazarus Blackstar, which leaves bassist Stuart Hillman a man who prior to Ironrat had shared stage space with Martin Wiseman in bands going by the names Silverburn and Supercollider. Let us also remember that in those ten years Ironrat also saw the departure of two members and the recruitment of two more so given all the circumstances it comes as no real surprise that there has been a ten year gap between albums, but hey the new album, "Beneath It All" (Argonauta Records), is now amongst us and believe us when we say it has been well worth the wait.

A distorted circular guitar motif rolls out of the left hand speaker and is quickly joined by the rest of the band in ferocious and thrusting metallic stonerized groove over which vocals are delivered with clean angsty gusto, the song is called "Liar" and its a full on and furious assault on the senses that is constantly shifting its tempos and dynamics, imagine being hit by a truck then getting up only to see that truck turn and come back at you, that's what this song feels like! Next up is "Tip Of My Tongue" granted this song, with its bluesy undercurrent and languid and laid back middle-section, is not quite as ferocious as it predecessor but don't be fooled into letting your guard down this song still wields a hefty punch. For "Lost" Ironrat combine a soaring vocal melody with crunching refrains and thunderous rolling rhythms while still finding time to shoehorn in some lilting countrified harmonies and palm muted guitar chunkiness, these guys have no fear.. if  they think something fits then in it goes. "Burn" is up now, here we have a song that has the feel and dynamics of a torch song, both vocally and musically, and we say has the FEEL of a torch song and not IS a torch song because whereas most songs of a torch-like nature build to an emotion drenched swirling finale this one instead goes down a dank, dark and doomic rabbit hole in its last quarter. Penultimate number "Wasted" finds Ironrat  utilizing the whole stoner spectrum by blending their stoner rock with their stoner metal and liberally scattering elements of stoner blues and stoner doom over the top, a great tune! The in your face furiosity brought to bear on opening track "Liar" raises its ahead again on final track "Obscene", the song boasting great vocal melodies, low thrumming bass lines, crunching refrains, searing lead work and some really incredible drumming, its an absolute barnburner of a track that serves as a fitting close to an utterly barn burning album.

 Some bands disappear for a period of time and when they finally return with new material are not quite the force they once were, there are also bands that can come back from a long hiatus and pick up right where they left off, there are also those rare bands that come back from a long break stronger, more determined and sounding better than they have in years and Ironrat, with "Beneath It All", have more than proved themselves worthy of their place in the latter of  those categories.   

Check 'em out ...... 

© 2025 Frazer Jones

THE FREEKS ~ STUDIO/LIVE II ..... review

We all have those day when shit seems to be consistently hitting our fans and when the sun shines bright but in our heads a thick fogginess exists, well suffer no more as we may well have found something that, if not totally alleviating those days, will at least take the edges off of them. That something comes in the shape of an album from an outfit whose music is the perfect fit for party minded rock fans, a music that has been inspired by bands like The MC5, The Stooges, Hawkwind and Led Zeppelin but is also infused with the fuzziness and distorted drive of the early desert rock scene. The band in question go by the name of The Freeks and were originally a project put together by founding father of both Fu Manchu and Nebula Ruben Romano, a project that also included contributions from such notable musicians as Earthless' Isaiah Mitchell, Kyuss' Scott Reeder and ex Monster Magnet man John McBain. Over time what was a fun project has, with a number of line-up changes, become a bone-fide band with the latest line up of Romano (drums), Ray Piller (bass); Jason Huebner (vocals); Jonathan Hall (guitar/vocals) and Robert Tripp (synth) being the architects responsible for the bands latest album "Studio/Live II" (Glory Or Death Records) a collection of songs that serve as an upbeat and joyous musical remedy for a whole variety of ills.

Things kick off with "Real Gone", here we have a song that at its root is both punkish and sleazy but one that hides its roots between undulating layers of fizzy fuzz guitar and Hawkwind-esque synthesised swirliness pushed hard by bouncy grizzled bass and tight busy drumming. Vocals on this number, and for most of the rest of the album, are of the clean gritty and ever so slightly sneered variety which enhances the overall punk/garage feel the band are so obviously striving for with their music. The Freeks go for a more MC5 vibe with "Played For Keeps", the songs driving groove, and also its garage style vocal melody, is of a type we have probably heard played by various bands a thousand times over but that does not make it any less enjoyable, in fact The Freeks take on that tried and tested groove is probably the best we at Desert Psychlist have ever had the pleasure of listening to. "Hellotropic Phenomenon" follows and is a brief but nonetheless interesting space-like instrumental featuring beeping synth effects and off-kilter guitar textures played over a fairly straightforward bass and drum groove and is followed by "Arrived Tonight" a tune that sees the The Freeks really getting their "funk thang" on with Hall knocking out choppy Wah drenched chord and lead work ably supported by Romano's tight busy drumming and Piller's low slung bass over and around which Tripp winds all manner of delicious synthesised weirdness, Huebner putting the cherry on this particular cake with a clean yet nicely gritted vocal that ticks all the boxes needed ticking. Now Desert Psychlist find ourselves in a bit of a quandary at this point with us struggling to decide whether it is "Jaqueline Can't Decide", "Hypnotise My Heart" or "American Lightening" that is our favourite track on "Studio/Live II", though to be fair each song possesses its own unique array of charms, the first song bringing elements of 60's pop psych into play, the second a Monster Magnet meets Nebula hybrid spliced together with early Hollywood like space effects and the third a feral and forceful hodgepodge of garage, punk and hard rock taken to another level by scorching lead work and furious drumming. Next up is a cover of a song written by Tommy Boyce and Bobby Hart of the UK band The Liverpool Five but first released by Paul Revere & the Raiders and which has also been covered by both The Monkees and The Sex Pistols, the song is of course "Stepping Stone" and The Freeks absolutely nail it! Penultimate number "Weirdness" is force of nature in itself,  a maelstrom of furious rock'n'roll ferality decorated in synthesised bleeps, bloops and squeals over which manic vocals and scorching dissonant edged lead guitar are deployed like tactical weaponry. All parties come to an end and there are many occasions when those parties will finish with just a few remaining people sitting among the carnage singing something down-home and melancholy as is represented here with the achingly homely "Car Hiss By My Window" a slow blues best listened to nursing the start of a hangover as the sun slowly peeps its sleepy head above the horizon.

Recorded live in the studio The Freeks "Studio/Live II" captures the sound of a band on their A game, a band able to place every drum beat, guitar and bass note, vocal inflection and synthesised squawk exactly where they want it to be yet do so while still managing to sound like they are making it up as they are go along, In summing up The Freeks have, with "Studio/Live", made the album every fun loving party throwing rock fan needs to have in their collection.

Check it out .... 

© 2025 Frazer Jones

PRIMA MATERIA ~ STONE BY STONE .... review

 

Stephany Varga (bass/vocals); Matt Silver (drums) and Esther Ann Gove (guitar/vocals) are the thirds that make up the whole of a trio calling themselves Prima Materia, a band from Oakland, California who boast a sound they describe as "esoteric doom".  Now "esoteric" often refers to something limited to the knowledge of a small group of people, so in this case we hope Prima Materia's music does not stay "esoteric" for too long, but "esoteric" can also mean "of special interest" and if, like Desert Psychlist,  you often find yourself captivated by doom that is a little left of the norm then the bands debut release "Stone By Stone" will be of extra special interest. 

"Stone By Stone" opens its account with "Blame" a song that comes at you in pulses of throbbing doom riffage and rolling drum patterns routinely interrupted by staccato type vocal bursts and including a passage of liquid like ambience at its centre, the songs final moments coming in a whirlwind of  searing lead guitar work before things are brought to a close with a gradually decreasing wave of droning effects and white noise. Next up is "Silence" a song where we find Prima Materia initially dipping their toes into more tranquil ethereal waters with folk-like vocal harmonies floating majestically over lilting bass motifs, shimmering percussion and gently swept arpeggios. These guys are no trippy dippy psychonauts however and its not long before those arpeggios are traded in for crunching power chords , those drums become a thunderous barrage and those bass motifs start to find their inner growl, the band only returning to the ethereality of the songs opening bars once they've blown your speakers to smithereens. The albums midway position is marked with the appropriately named "Interlude" an atmospheric if rather brief instrumental, its moody demeanour the perfect preparation for the towering majesty Prima Materia unleash upon us with the darkly beautiful title track "Stone By Stone". Part an aching lament and part a doomic riff fest "Stone By Stone" draws it listeners in with dark maudlin vocal melodies delivered over backdrops of languid doom and prog before then deciding to blow minds and socks off with a tsunami of thrumming heaviness decorated in vocal tones that at this juncture are not so much harsh as forceful. The forcefulness of tone gracing the closing stages of the previous song is resurrected again for next song "Ruinbound" but only in the songs chorus, which is otherwise bookended by lilting and fey crooning, however the forcefulness of the music here is unrelenting, a throbbing dank dark  onslaught of doomic gnarliness that for Desert Psychlist puts this tune up there as a contender for one of the albums finest moments. Lastly we come to "Lie", vocals here are a mix of lead voice and shared harmonies but its the music here that is the main focus, Prima Materia blending brutality with texture, colour and complexity to create a heavy but slightly off-kilter feel, the band using the brutal part of that equation to bring not only this song to a satisfying conclusion but also the album. 

  A lot of thought has gone into the musical structures and arrangements on "Stone By Stone", these are not just songs put together around a riff, there are elements of light and shade aplenty to be found here as well as a desire to take chances and experiment. This is Prima Materia's debut release so of course there are places where they do not quite pull off what they are were aiming for but for every one wayward arrow on "Stone By Stone" there are ten hitting their targets, and hitting them true.

Check 'em out .....       

© 2025 Frazer Jones

SEEKER ~ SEEKER ... review

Seeker are a three piece heavy rock/doom/space/ stoner psych outfit from Gainesville, Florida but other than that there is not a lot else Desert Psychlist can tell you about them, the bands social media presence is sparse to say the least and, at the time of writing this review, is limited to a live reel and a couple of photos (one of a poster promoting a gig the band did with fellow Gainesville residents Orbiter). This minimal information does however confirm that these guys are a bona-fide band and not one of those AI generated projects that are becoming the bane of sites like this striving to promote real music made by real flesh and bone musicians. Any lingering doubts that Seeker are not a living breathing entity can also be dispelled with one spin of the trios self-titled debut "Seeker", music this good and with this level of depth and warmth just does not come from throwing a few ideas and suggestions at a program and publishing the results as your own..... well not yet anyway.

Dark reverberating riffage and swirling guitar textures underscored with thunderous rhythms are what Seeker bring to the table with their self-titled debut and although that is not an unusual combination to be found within this scene we call "the underground" there is nonetheless something a little bit special about the way Seeker put that combination together here. Opening number "Searching" begins, like so many doomic tomes have done before it, with thick dank guitar and bass refrains supported by slow ponderous percussion but then, just when you've prepared yourself mentally for a long period of sage head nodding, the hammer goes down and the band hurtle headlong into an up-tempo Sabbathian flavoured proto metal groove enhanced by ear catching guitar motifs under which low booming bass and thunderous busy drumming hold sway. If that is not enough to blow your socks off into another dimension then the decoration of that resulting groove with swirling lead work and powerful clean vocals will be. Next song, "The Rite", begins life fairly low key and spacious with low grizzled bass lines and tight and steady drumming supporting dark circular feeling guitar textures around which a slightly wearied and yearning vocal is pitched, the tones of which posses an air of melancholy. As the song progresses so does its tempo and intensity, the songs atmospherics and dynamics ramping up to what promises to be a noisy crescendo only for the band to then revert back to their initial low key approach to take things to the close. Third song, "Corrupted Priest" is a proto-doomic behemoth packed to the gills with everything we fans of the genre love and cherish, strong slightly mournful vocals, recurring riffage, Iommic lead work and a bass and drum groove that pulsates and throbs with the regularity of a dying human heart, the songs repeated "i'll take it all" lyric, delivered again with yearning intent, echoing in the mind long after the songs last note has faded away.  Next we get "Finality" a song where we find Seeker initially dipping their feet into low'n'slow stoner doom waters, with sluggish dank refrains and pummelling percussion supporting wearied vocals telling of "ritual" and "sacrifice", before taking things to the close on an almost stoner tinted heavy metal groove. Seeker describe themselves as a band who write "heavy music about space" but up until now musically the onus has been mainly on the "heavy" part of that statement however last track "Awakening" finds the band bringing some of that "space" to the fore by adding elements of Hawkwind-esque swirliness to the mix and combining it with off in the distance melodic vocals and passages of spoken word, still keeping things damn heavy but at the same time a little cosmic too.

For there very first release Seeker have taken some Hawkwind like space-rock textures, blended them with elements of Sabbathian proto-doom and drenched the resulting mix in early Elder like atmospheric intensity while all the time making sure that their space themed lyrical content sits nicely in that perfect and always effective middle of the mix pocket. Quite why Seeker are not more pro-active on social media is somewhat of a mystery, you would think having made an album this damn good they would want to be shouting it to the world! 

Check 'em out .... 

© 2025 Frazer Jones

10 SLIP ~ TENSE LIP .... review

 

Introspective, thought provoking lyrics are all well and good, especially when set against musical backdrops that reflect the seriousness of those lyrics, but there are also times when all you want to hear is some chunky power chords and funky rhythms framing lyrics that look at the world not so much from under a microscope but more from the bottom of a beer glass. Enter 10 Slip a Canadian power trio from Sydney, Nova Scotia with their new release "Tense Lip". an album that in the bands words is "best enjoyed after 4-5 cold drinks" and "with a 6th in hand".

"Tense Lip" opens with "Dead Ain't Gonna Cry" and like most of the songs gracing this album this is a song rooted heavily in the blues, albeit a heavily fuzzed distorted take on that genre. As you might expect after reading the words fuzzed and distorted the refrains here are delivered thick loud and chunky, which is something sorely needed when your drummer is hitting his skins and cymbals with the force of an industrial piledriver. Vocals on this song tell of "breaking down on the old highway" with "only help coming from a copperhead snake" and are delivered in clean slightly drawled lead tones in the verses but utilize shared harmonies in the songs earworm of a chorus, there is also some pretty snazzy lead guitar work to admire here also. "Cult" follows next " the songs bluesy desert rock groove supporting a deliciously addictive seesawing vocal melody that contains what might be Desert Psychlist's favourite lyric of the whole album, "grass ain't greener from across the divide, not if perspective is reflective on the other side", who says these guys don't do deep and meaningful? The band dial things down for the song "10 Slip" but only initially, the song soon moving from a languid and hazy blues, boasting an equally languid and hazy vocal, into something akin to a stoner punk romp in its latter half, the song only reverting back to its hazy blues roots in its dying moments. There is an off-kilter and quirky feel to next number "The Wall", its jagged shifts in time, dynamics and tempo are almost prog-like in places while "Shallow Waters" mirrors the proggish feel of its predecessor but on its path to it final note also visits territories that carry signposts like doomic, alternative and grungy at their borders, it also ramps up the vocal dynamics, mixing low key crooning with pulpit sermonizing and occasional folk-like harmonising to give the proceedings an almost religious feel. "Mirrors" is next and here we find 10 Slip adding to their sound touches of hardcore furiosity and sludge like ferality it is followed by "Hallowed Ground" an intriguing mix of psych tinted doominosity and stonerized bluesiness that includes, among its many delights, surf-like guitar textures played over a delicious solid and tight drum and bass groove. Final number, "Spore", begins with a manic drum solo that is then joined by the rest of the band in a groove tighter than a hug from an anaconda, this is a song with crowd pleaser written large all over it, furious rhythms, eastern tinted guitar motifs low grizzled bass lines all topped off with a strongly executed swaying vocal, you can imagine this being played at the end of a live set and just blowing the roof off the venue.

 

"Tense Lip" is an incredible album, an album that is direct and in your face in places, angular and quirky in others, every track is an adventure with every guitar note, bass line and drum beat having the potential to lead you down a new and unexpected musical path. 10 Slip might paint themselves as bar room philosophers who like to have a few beers and play rock'n'roll but "Tense Lip" proves just how much more than that they really are..

Check 'em out ....    

  

© 2025 Frazer Jones

EARTHWORKS ~ EARTHWORKS .... review

Guitar and bass tones drenched in enough distortion and fuzz to drown a small village driven by sedate yet unbelievably busy drumming is what is on offer today and the band doing the offering go by the name Earthworks. Earthworks, Mercedes Macomber (vocals); Reilly Tennesen (guitar/sitar): David Bell (bass) and Garrison Kadau (drums, percussion), first came onto Desert Psychlist's radar via their Bandcamp released demo "Volume 1", and what caught our attention on that demo was the contrast between Macomber's clean clear vocal tones and the absolute onslaught of distorted heaviness Tennesen, Bell and Kadau laid down beneath those tones. Demo's are notoriously underproduced affairs so its nice to see that three of those songs reappear primped and polished, though still retaining their essential rawness, on this their self-titled debut sitting beside three new songs that really show another side of this bands sound.

Opening track "Bongwitch" starts with sampled narration followed by some "Sweet Leaf" like coughing then launches into a mid-tempo groove soaked in delicious dank distortion and fuzz. The songs overall vibe is unashamedly proto-doomic and is given wings by Macomber's delightfully clean and smooth vocal, her voice, pitched somewhere between soaring and ethereal, adding just the right levels of gravitas to the songs mystical lyrical content. The superbly titled "Commence The Riff" follows and finds Macomber lifting her vocal into a higher register to tell us a "weedian" flavoured tale of  "ritual orgies and incantations" backed by an achingly sedate bass and guitar refrain pushed by industrious thundering drumming, the highlight here though has to be Tennesen's wah pedal fuelled guitar solo which is far more feel based than it is technical. "Hillbilly Witchcraft" is up next, the song kicks off with Tennesen knocking out a lone and bluesy guitar motif that then briefly morphs into a heavy blues tinted doom groove when Ball's low and gnarly bass and Kadau's rock steady drums join the party. Macomber delivers over this groove a superb vocal melody, roughing up her tones with elements of grittiness and growl, if you thought the version of this song gracing their demo was something special, well this version will blow your mind! The first of the bands  new material arrives in the shape of "Cosmic Spiral", here we find Earthworks dipping their toes into more lysergic waters with Macomber's heavily filtered vocal melody framed by passages of grizzled low slow heaviness and lapses into atmospheric haziness offset with a myriad of differing textures and colours from Tennesen's guitar. A Bell bass motif introduces "Sharptooth" which is then joined by Tennesen on sitar and Kadau on hand percussion over which Macomber delivers a soaring eastern flavoured vocal. The song then shifts up a gear with Tennesen reverting back to his guitar and Kadau moving over to his full kit to deliver a groove that although doomic retains its middle-eastern feel, well that is until the songs final third when the hammer goes down and the musicians launch into something very close to being a heavy psych/rock freakout, the songs final moments marked by Tennesen once again picking up his sitar to take things to the close. Finally we arrive at "The Woodsman", its opening salvo of thrumming noise slowly evolving into a bona-fide riff backed by sparse but effective drumming before momentarily slowing down again to allow Macomber space to deliver an uncharacteristically low key and slightly deadpan vocal that tells a tale of a man at one with nature over a backdrop of proto-metallic doom awash with distortion and fuzz. At around the halfway mark the band take a detour from all the bluster and heaviness and shift into a hazy cosmic passage taken to an altogether other level by liquid like lead work and fusion like rhythmic patterns, the band gradually moving back towards the heaviness of the opening half of the song but cleverly managing to restrain themselves from going too far in that direction.  

Earthworks debut "Earthworks" is not something you could readily describe as an occult rock album but nor could it be said that it is an album that sits strictly in the doom canon.. If anything Earthworks music exists in a place somewhere between the two, not quite as ethereal as one and not as visceral as the other, a place where they can be free to be whatever they want to be at any given time and make the music they want to make without the weight of a label or tag dragging them down. 

Check 'em out .... 

 

© 2025 Frazer Jones

CENTER OF THE EARTH ~ AS ABOVE, SO BELOW ...review

There are a lot of things you can do in twenty minutes, some of them legal, some of them illegal, some of them pleasurable, some of them not so much, today we are bringing you something that sits very much in the legal and pleasurable range and one you need only to use your ears for. The twenty minutes we invite you to indulge yourself in today comes in the form of two humongous tracks of weighty groove brought to you by a Danish combo going by the name Center of the Earth, Aksel Brammer (drums); Frederik Holm (guitar/vocals); Jesper Laugmann (guitar/vocals) and Sebastian Wilsleff (bass). Now some of you may remember Desert Psychlist waxing lyrical on the merits of the both the bands "Tolkion" album and its follow up "Mars" on these pages and we are going to be no less complimentary when discussing the two tracks that make up the bands latest release "As Above, So Below".

First of the two epic sized tracks is "Slope Dealer", it begins with a sedate slightly off-kilter guitar and bass combination then, when the drums join in, morphs into the sort of "out there in the cosmos" jam that many bands might have chosen to finish a song rather than place near the start of one. As the piercing guitar solos,  growling bass motifs and hell for leather drumming subside the song then settles into a low, slow and extremely weighty stoner doom groove decorated in drawn out and grizzled vocal tones that tell "weedian" flavoured tales of "giants and witches on melting ridges" before musically returning to the soaring psychedelic jamming that was part of the songs origins, it's spectacular stuff! Track two, "Black Knight Sattelite"  is no less impressive either musically, vocally or lyrically, although Desert Psychlist does need to admit to having to google the meanings of the words "aeonic" and "enochian", and that we are still a little unclear as to what an "Antarctic command conduit" is or actually does. Musically this is a song with it roots buried deep in stoner-doom soil, a lurching lumbering beast of a tome built on thick dank reverberating guitar and bass refrains supported by some of the slowest yet busiest drumming you are likely to find in this genre ever. Vocals here are a mixture of grizzled lead and dual harmonies but to call them harmonies is probably pushing things too far as the sound those voices make together is more akin to two bears roaring for dominance over a carcass than anything approaching melodic, but that's ok because they are the perfect fit for lumbering gait of the dark and dank grooves surrounding them. Despite the songs lurching nature there are moments of relief to be found here one of which occurs when all the bluster falls away and the band lurch into a doomic blues groove, but its only a brief moment and overall this is doom at its most insidious and menacing, which is just the way most of us in this scene like our doom to be. 

Center of the Earth's previous release, "Mars", saw the band  dipping their toes into more lysergic waters and experimenting with elements and textures of post-metal and space however for this release they have returned to their heavy roots, those textures and elements still in place but this time a little less obvious. Whether the band will ever return to the more experimental approach they toyed with on "Mars" only time will tell but until then lets just enjoy the crushing. lumbering heaviness that the two tracks that make up "As Above, So Below" so expertly deliver. 

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