ANTS (ANTS)

  Alternative can be a place to hide bad musicianship, justified by tag. Or to imply one is different when basically it's nothing compelling or incorporating very left-hand shit to a genre. It can be a place to be pretentious and get away with it. Mostly. Ants' release Ants for ant lovers and their ant lovers. The Mad Mane Machine came here for the mandibles. Goddamn it this could well be another garage band. In that light, this could grant a half regarded return. Is it called antrock . . .

DOPPELGANGERS XXII

  Spiral out-progresses itself on Mind Trip in A Minor! With an array of soulfully maneuvered styles; Psychedelic progressive Rock, Space- and copious Post-Rock oeuvres—the album is meant to be absorbed as a cataract-less stream. More than works.

   Omen throbs outwards splinting. Heralds of the un-Black Metal world, Antestor, permeate with a passaged dominance: A slight sympho work halfway through; atmospheric littering ahead, culminating with syncopation; Acoustics; And, violins.

  Featuring the artwork of Zdzisław Beksiński, The Horn Player.

—Art Rock
—Black Metal

 

AUX MEMORY (BLOOD IS FLOWER)

 

  No extra space is needed to jut in the spirited aural vehemence of quasi-static tensions that have been energized enough to echo across the landscape of the auditory.

  Arise droning and draging feedback worship and propulsion by the sons of the Muse. Give drums or pounding, smouldering discretion but don't forgive when rasping out grunge chunks at screeching levels.

  Tribal occupations are a strike-out of hunga munga affair. A knifethrowing diversion would appreciate drums of such palpitating throbs around an arena amid long-drawn rhythms which are nothing close to distracting them.

  When the blood blooms from slipped hits on the target and blooms, let the tribute begin with dirgy vocalizations to a waning sunset. Into a night of tribal fires and more chants backed with hand sticks.

THE SIGMATICLE TOUR GREEN (WELCOME TO THE FUTURE)

  Aboard the Rock 'n' Roll train. Compartments and striations, styles bleed through the hallways. Brooding. Delights, defiance, delineation. Two plus two and many others. Fueled by alco--COAL.

  Forging beyond the wagon to the space age. Every aligned star is calling. Ensnaring—Welcome To The Future / CUTE TOUR FLEW THEME / TROUT CUE FLEW THEME / OUT WHERE COMET FLUTE. Covered with pop-art ensemble. Like a cognizance of the dreary vocalizations of Remember Me / MERE MEMBER—slowly rising from the previous song Far Beyond / BEND OF RAY—and the tripped hoars from Star Gazer / ART GRAZES.

  I love Rock 'n' Roll, but like everyone, I get the blues. The drums took a backseat to a very watered-down Rock 'n' Roll sequence. Not far from programmed. Monophonic. Ignore for the fuzz, Down the Wire / DREW THEIR OWN / WORD HE TWINE perpetrated. These are the effects of incorporating influences to the extent of disregarding essentials. Some tracks could have been done away with, however an instrumentalist's play for fun that he decides to share.

  These gritty—a few—tracks could have been shooting for the stars. As the assemblage with Johnny B Goode. For Psychedelia diehards.

MAMMOTH SEED (S/T EP)

  The take could be once the EP is viewed through a rose-tinted kaleidoscope, the trippy fluidness initiates the road to psychedelia. On a sunny day across the plains, in a wagon.

  London Train Woman Blues is caught in the usual Rock n Roll macho serenade with interesting blues-inspired leads and a bass somewhere between audible and background. It ends in typical Rock n Roll fashion; receding vibrato.

  The heaviest track -- and longest track; Hypopsychedelicatessen -- starts with bass followed by a down-tuned riff that starts picking pace as the song progresses. Moments of psychedelia can be heard at the start and at the end. Here I'll take the hypo- for under (an influence of psychedelic... the rest is quite unfathomable).

  Dartless -- " ... at the local where we perform. Someone is still up for the Bull's Eye in the meanwhile ... ". Nice skit. Man.

  Don't Take Me There. This is what they overwhelm the patrons with. And fuck, it's the catchiest of all. Somehow it feels transgressing into some post-rock.

  Bourbon Stains is a track with a trippy feel and a dance-able beat! It is also heavy. Fuck! Canadians with American stains.

 The spirit of Rock n Roll.

  4/5