My first taste of Australian progressive technicians Caligula’s Horse
comes as quite a shock. Having sampled the delights of Skyharbor & Alaya at recent UK TechFests and been blown away by each one’s
recorded output, I see it as an honour to seek out like-minded souls.
Yet here lying in my in-tray is a band that shares numerous similarities
with each of the aforementioned tunesmiths but, with two albums already
released, had not even grazed my radar.
Formed in 2011 in Brisbane by lead vocalist Jim Grey and guitarist Sam
Vallen, their previous releases include euphoric debut Moments From
Ephemeral City and 2013’s darker, more potent The Thief &
River’s End. The success of the latter led them to share stages with
acolytes Mastodon, Protest The Hero and The Ocean so can third album
Bloom live up to it’s stirring moniker?
Well, it certainly acts as the perfect vehicle for Grey’s elegant vocal.
It delicately introducing his softer side on the opening title-track
before providing a musical framework for it on the elegaic melodic
numbers like “Marigold” and “Daughter Of The Mountain”. The easy emotion
he elicits prompts the listener’s heart to soar, the soul to become
enveloped and the hairs to stand on end. Do also explore album-closer
“Undergrowth” for his full monstrous range. Think of Daniel Tompkins’
(TesseracT) unerring capacity to beguile and you’ll not be far off the
mark.
Deeper in there are big grooves, vast lyrical hooks and chorus-led
giants like “Firelight” and “Turntail”, echoing both Intervals’
effortless power and Skyharbor’s knack for creating living pieces. Then
come more malevolent hits such as “Dragonfly” and “Rust”, both riddled
with hate-fuelled lyricisms – “She smiles like an open grave” and “Fuck
your prayer for rain, pray for rust”.
Bloom certainly proves Caligula’s Horse are maturing nicely, varying
their repertoire well to include a little light and a little darkness;
all the while crafting music riddled with passion whilst keeping one eye
firmly on the scene around them. First impressions have left me
suitably impressed; now the band have swam into my field of vision, they
most certainly won’t be my last.
Also online @ Ave Noctum = http://www.avenoctum.com/2015/10/caligulas-horse-bloom-inside-out/
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Thursday, August 9, 2012
Album Review: Cherry Bloom – Open & Die
The Fennec Fox – what an amazing creature. Did you know… with their
huge 6-inch ears, which are half as long as their body to help regulate
their body temperature, they may look a bit feline, but they are
actually one of the smallest members of the dog family and the smallest
of all the foxes. They can be found in deserts (when you can spot them –
they are camouflaged by their colour) where their main threat comes,
surprisingly (considering the arid zones they live in) and yet
unsurprisingly, from indigenous humans who hunt them for what little fur
they have or for sale to tourists. Being social animals, they mate for
life and their cubs can weigh as little as 50g. You won’t, however, see one at a rock concert (with those ears?) so quite why they are on the front cover of the new Cherry Bloom album is beyond me, but it gave me a chance to let you know just how cool they are (literally).
So now you want to know about the aforementioned band? Well, despite having one of the worst band-names in rock, they’re from Paris, France and they formed in 2005. However, the funnest fact about them is they’re a duo. To make up for their lack of bassist friends they, unlike the instrument switcheroo that Winnebago Deal perform, simply do without. They merely lay the vocals on thick, the crazily-named Octave Zangs performs all kinds of dynamic trickery with his guitar, and Julien Jourdan thrashes the living crap out of his kit. Open & Die, currently streaming in full here, is their second long-player and, like the best rock albums, it’s divided into gritty ragers and crafty structures that lurch between attack and release.
“Blood Rights” is a pacy, pounding track run through with screaming, distorted guitars and an adversely laid-back vocal delivery, whilst the title-track merely swaggers, ripped with a soulfully infectious bite. “Breaking Down”, with its prominently feisty wah-wah effect and affected, harmonised vocal is, unquestionably, like listening to Alice In Chains on happy pills. Similarly, there’s no doubting the burnt-out dynamics of Rival Schools (and possibly Reuben too) in the lo-fi, garage rock of “Weeping Lights”.
The sweet heart of the album takes us from the lurching yaw and pinged strings of the excellent “Fall Of A Dead Whale” to the undersold acoustics and light, vibrato lead of “Flying Over”, swamping us with grungy elements. The half-spoken wordplay and dirty meandering around moods are caught betwixt and between sounding a bit like Queens Of The Stone Age and a little like Foo Fighters’ debut. When they bite into the distortion, they do so with a swift crack of the whip. Then, for the crushing smack of “Lovely Deer”, they even manage to eke out a sweet Fu Manchu-esque stoner vibe.
Being a two-instrument band, they definitely benefit from striking superbly clean lines; that freedom from instrument confliction that comes naturally with such a set-up. However, unlike The White Stripes’ Jack White who manages to hold back from overcompensating with power, they occasionally hit the same brick wall that occurs when a twitchy sole and a distortion pedal come into contact. You can’t expect to simply plug gaps by colouring them in with a deafening scrawl. That’s half my problem with the collapsing wall of sound that Black Cobra’s Jason Landrian creates with his crass pedal abuse and linked triple-amp set-up. For the opening wedge of the album, I simply had to yank up the level on my big sub-woofer to get anything like an acceptable level of balance – you simply cannot listen to this with standard issue iPod earbuds and get away with it.
However, even when you take this ever-present failing on board, there is more to love than to hate here, and you simply cannot argue when tracks like “Sick Rabbit” are being bandied about. Those snappy string-strikes and pitching, barbaric riff grip you like a vice. To be honest, even without it, “Fall Of A Dead Whale” swallows me hook, line and sinker every time.
Like the Fennec Fox, Cherry Bloom are an odd-looking animal who, because of their innate differences, face more problems than most but, by evolving in just the right way, they have so far managed to overcome them. Time will tell whether they continue to survive in this barren and hostile environment.
Also online @ The NewReview = http://thenewreview.net/reviews/cherry-bloom-open-die
So now you want to know about the aforementioned band? Well, despite having one of the worst band-names in rock, they’re from Paris, France and they formed in 2005. However, the funnest fact about them is they’re a duo. To make up for their lack of bassist friends they, unlike the instrument switcheroo that Winnebago Deal perform, simply do without. They merely lay the vocals on thick, the crazily-named Octave Zangs performs all kinds of dynamic trickery with his guitar, and Julien Jourdan thrashes the living crap out of his kit. Open & Die, currently streaming in full here, is their second long-player and, like the best rock albums, it’s divided into gritty ragers and crafty structures that lurch between attack and release.
“Blood Rights” is a pacy, pounding track run through with screaming, distorted guitars and an adversely laid-back vocal delivery, whilst the title-track merely swaggers, ripped with a soulfully infectious bite. “Breaking Down”, with its prominently feisty wah-wah effect and affected, harmonised vocal is, unquestionably, like listening to Alice In Chains on happy pills. Similarly, there’s no doubting the burnt-out dynamics of Rival Schools (and possibly Reuben too) in the lo-fi, garage rock of “Weeping Lights”.
The sweet heart of the album takes us from the lurching yaw and pinged strings of the excellent “Fall Of A Dead Whale” to the undersold acoustics and light, vibrato lead of “Flying Over”, swamping us with grungy elements. The half-spoken wordplay and dirty meandering around moods are caught betwixt and between sounding a bit like Queens Of The Stone Age and a little like Foo Fighters’ debut. When they bite into the distortion, they do so with a swift crack of the whip. Then, for the crushing smack of “Lovely Deer”, they even manage to eke out a sweet Fu Manchu-esque stoner vibe.
Being a two-instrument band, they definitely benefit from striking superbly clean lines; that freedom from instrument confliction that comes naturally with such a set-up. However, unlike The White Stripes’ Jack White who manages to hold back from overcompensating with power, they occasionally hit the same brick wall that occurs when a twitchy sole and a distortion pedal come into contact. You can’t expect to simply plug gaps by colouring them in with a deafening scrawl. That’s half my problem with the collapsing wall of sound that Black Cobra’s Jason Landrian creates with his crass pedal abuse and linked triple-amp set-up. For the opening wedge of the album, I simply had to yank up the level on my big sub-woofer to get anything like an acceptable level of balance – you simply cannot listen to this with standard issue iPod earbuds and get away with it.
However, even when you take this ever-present failing on board, there is more to love than to hate here, and you simply cannot argue when tracks like “Sick Rabbit” are being bandied about. Those snappy string-strikes and pitching, barbaric riff grip you like a vice. To be honest, even without it, “Fall Of A Dead Whale” swallows me hook, line and sinker every time.
Like the Fennec Fox, Cherry Bloom are an odd-looking animal who, because of their innate differences, face more problems than most but, by evolving in just the right way, they have so far managed to overcome them. Time will tell whether they continue to survive in this barren and hostile environment.
Also online @ The NewReview = http://thenewreview.net/reviews/cherry-bloom-open-die
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