Deliberately side-stepping the band’s sad history of injuries and deaths and the religious controversy surrounding the title The Devil Put Dinosaurs Here,
we now have access to an album that, whilst wallowing in its own
melancholic tones, drags you back more closely than ever to the kind of
immersive, organic experience that the Staley-era Dirt offered up.
Even though it seems like Alice In Chains have been
around for ever, they are only on their fifth album and second since
their reunion and addition of vocalist William DuVall. It feels like
this because they have been around for ever. Formed back in 1987,
their songs are ones that continuously find their way back onto the
soundtrack to your lives. Of course, DuVall’s enigmatic harmonies with
the luxuriously oiled pipes of Jerry Cantrell are key to continuing the
rhythm of their early material, reigniting the memory banks of times
gone.
Initially, the yawning basslines and Neolithic pace of Dinosaurs
is like being thrust into the arms of Mother Nature. Up into the sky
where the seductive winds blow you gently along, into tight eddies and
through shape-shifting cloud formations; deep into the forest where you
lie, ear pressed to the dry earth, whilst trees creak and moan as they
peer into your soul; and down into the depths of the ocean where lapping
waves soothe, cavernous spaces reverberate and dense pressure spots
impinge upon your inner ear.
Further in, the band lighten the load, increasing the urgency of delivery, by breaking out their more mainstream material like ‘Voices’, ‘Low Ceiling’ and ‘Pretty Down’. These are songs that Nirvana
might have referred to as “radio-friendly unit shifters”. Amongst these
distinctly accessible moments are surprising, eclectic touches where
they grasp hold of a brilliant middle ground that elevates the album to a
coveted position where it allies itself to more contemporary tastes
whilst remaining respectful of former glories.
With 12 tracks on offer, there is plenty of time for Alice In Chains
to get their teeth sunk into the two styles of attack and, in both,
there are, fine examples of why they are masters of their own destiny.
The visceral ‘Scalpel’ offers a chance for DuVall to sing alone and he shines, gently twisting the knife. The rough edges of ‘Stone’,
on the other hand, bite down hard with Cantrell’s rise-and-fall riff
providing a contrast to his and Inez’s walking fretwork that forms the
backbone of the bleak, vertiginous ‘Hollow’.
The only weak spots here seem to be those moments which stir up
trouble, overreach their concept or, conversely, feel a little
undercooked. The big guns like the colossal sledgehammering ‘Phantom Limb’ (the vicious lines “I’ll just hunt you like a phantom limb, I will wear you like a second skin” are like something out of a zombie movie) and the worryingly catchy ‘Breath On A Window’ have no trouble picking these ephemera up like mischievous dust-devils.
As a comeback album, Black Gives Way To Blue felt a little light on content overall and The Devil Put Dinosaurs Here
has put that right with the value of its unpredictable songs improving
with each and every play. It will undoubtedly offer them the same
success that King Animal achieved for Soundgarden
as it threatens to cultivate the band a crack at retaining their
current crowds whilst providing material for a new, altogether more
youthful, fanbase.
Also online @ Heavy Blog Is Heavy = http://www.heavyblogisheavy.com/2013/06/12/alice-in-chains-the-devil-put-dinosaurs-here/
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