(((O))) Tag: Chris Ball
This is indeed a gospel record and with Cave’s ever larger reach into the general public’s consciousness, it is for the nation to treasure.
It’s not surprising musicians want to rise to the challenge of meeting Jodorowsky’s muse. Bo Ningen are as good a band as any to try to reach the summit.
The Sabbath worship comes to an end as it must with ‘War Pigs’. . . the song goes down a storm, naturally, andthe band take the applause and acclaim for themselves and for the architects of all the great music they have performed
Ripley Johnson is a superb, unflashy but technically gifted lead player – quicksilver runs and bucolic plucking is all accomplished with seemingly no effort whatsoever, that beatific grin, scarcely leaving his face.
I grab a coffee then head over to catch Corrosion of Conformity, at the Ballroom. . . there’s a celebratory air in the room, people swaying, grinning and grooving in a way I haven’t seen elsewhere all day. Yee, and indeed, Haw! See you next year DesertFest!
Something great is going down in London, this Saturday, and it’s not at Westminster Abbey. It’s Day Two of Desertfest and Camden is heating up. Chris Ball navigates the clouds and the craft beer to give us his ten top-picks.
An absolute triumph, this album is a true work of art and deserves all the plaudits it is bound to receive.
Second album ‘Communion’ shows the band’s growing mastery of progressive song writing.
As profound as you’d ever want a party band to get, Viagra Boys are the drinking man’s thinking band and right now they seem unstoppable.
With no backline, no intro tapes and no dancing mascots, hoods aside, this is as stripped down and unfiltered as metal gets.
With song titles like ‘Party March’, ‘Stöner’s Theme’ and ‘A Million Beers’ you know this album is about bringing the big, hedonistic vibes, and it does that in fine style.
Thankfully we know where we are musically, with this Chicago four-piece…who at times, unashamedly hark back to the golden age of U.S. alt-rock bands of the 1990’s.
Fountain’s music is lush, unknowable, subtle and finely crafted, but it’s also danceable, inviting, catchy and commercial
Born of frustration and misanthropy with the intent to provoke live communion, viciously uncompromising whilst strangely addictive, La Mort Du Sens is typical GNOD music, whilst not sounding quite like anything else they’ve ever done.
Jesse is always looking to the bright side, to the future, to ‘Greener Pastures’ as he does on this record. There are absolutely no duff songs here at all.
Reissued on vinyl, a chance to hear one of the UK’s greatest rock ‘n’ roll outfits at the top of their game. . .
I initially had this album down as a headphones-on-and-eyes-shut, blissed out type of slow burner, but then I played it loud on a proper stereo and it sounded huge! It is huge.
In what is becoming a signature move, Murry’s songs swing, rock and bop, whilst the lyrics remain extremely violent, hyper literate, full of wide ranging references and name drops.
Deathchant are certainly onto something, but at this point it seems too mercurial for them to take a firm hold off, constantly slipping through their oily mitts.
Seems like the more stressful times get the more music Ripley Johnson supplies to counteract them.
