That doominosity we spoke of in this reviews opening piece is never more evident than on opening track "Temple", Bub's vocals still remain slightly sneery and Jagger-ish, as he tells of "lights in the sky" and being "on the edge of time" but whereas on previous releases the bands sound erred on the abrasive side here they go all out low swampy and atmospheric. If the Rolling Stones ever chose to throw their collective hats into the proto-doom arena then next song "Wizard" is how we at The Psychlist would imagine them sounding like, deliciously sneery vocals backed by rolling drum patterns and thrumming dark blues flecked riffage, the song boasting an upbeat voodoo(ish) feel. "Giants of Enoch" comes over sonically like a marriage between little known, late to the party British punksters 999 and stoner/garage groovers The Freeks, with maybe a touch of The Hives bounciness thrown in for good measure. Last but one track "Ohio Bomb Train" is a song that sits squarely in the stoner punk canon and boasts pacey thrumming riffage and rhythmic furiosity wrapped around a vocal that boasts a snotty flamboyance. It's back to the swampy pseudo-doom for final number "We Are Not Alone" a song that feels quite bluesy at times but is not strictly a blues, though someone might want to mention that to the guitarist taking lead duties here as his soaring solos in the songs first half bear all the hallmarks of the genre. Vocals here are delivered in a sleazy drawl which ramps up the songs initial swampy feel, notice we said "initial" there and that is because the second half of the song goes off in a radically different direction that sees random samples from a number of different sources deployed over a backdrop of dissonance and unhinged noisiness barely anchored to earth by a thunderous drum tattoo.
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