Review Summary: So extra cool. If coffee was music.
Crunchy guitars are in full, frontal swing. There is so much hard rock in your face that it seems to be a parody band. However, it is not. It is pure, unadulterated madness like dipping your toes in your neighbour’s gaping torso after gutting him with a chainsaw in the hopes of finding candy in his belly. Such music is the stuff of legends, and the legends foretold heavy, rap rock riffs would one day be this catchy. For once, they were right. There’s also a bit of saxophone, salsa, some hip-hop tidbits, and some hardcore music. Variety much? Quite. It makes Twelve Foot Ninja look like pretenders, but not quite because they also slap.
The heaviness within is so potent it speaks to one’s molecules. It gets in your system literally, but also your body, like drugs. It almost seems to be a live album because these guitars are chunkier than an old cookie. Also, the drums slap. The album is weird as Hell on another note. They will stop for an acid trip sound-alike and suddenly do harder riffs than before. But the curiosities continue! Time signatures will soar and confuse, and before you know it you wonder what the Hell you’re listening to. Nu-metal? Jazz? Alternative nu-jazzcore? Who the fuck knows, but it is more progressive than electing an ant as president.
This album is an acid trip for your ears, yet it also includes hard riffs, and therefore is better than any trip you’ve had. There’s also quite a dub motif, and perhaps some reggae influence? Certainly other things. Call it what you want, I call it fat beats with a bumpy, yet rhythmic flow. In addition you’ll find not-so-hidden extremely harsh vocals that riddle the beats with seismic bullets. Bon appétit!
