![]() With a total of 13 Hits and no misses, this album rocked the house. It’s quite hard to find rock music that can make you dance nowadays, but rather than banging your head and a garage rock (an indie-hard rock subgenre) some how manages to make its listeners to think else but the dance floor. – Whatever People Say I Am, That’s What I’m Not – Arctic Monkeys It’s fantastical, it’s mythical, and its metal as fuck. It’s brimming with helpless maidens crying lake-side for the fair touch and freeing hands of some star-crossed savior in a silver chest plate and leather breeches leviathans ravaging small villages in an endless hunger for children’s tears and smoked lamb armies of spider-men setting off the war against the grey wolves of green-pine forests and arctic tundras. The result was a barraging barrel of slick riffs, fuzzy burps, cymbal crashes, and picturesque sounds that create one wicked cool, mountainous landscape for those on the other end of the headphones. And the work paid off in full, plus interest. Equipped with Orange amplifiers, natural psychedelic aides, and one grandiose dream of stardom, these dudes set up shop in one of their parent’s garages and got to work. The Sword is what I’d imagine from four stay-at-home, role-play adventuring dudes with matching Levi’s sherpa-lined trucker jackets and bowl haircuts that droop down to their shoulders who one day decided to set the table top games and orange fizz aside for more noble pursuits – to become face-melting shredders like the heroes on their Black Sabbath and Sleep posters. There’s certainly an unusual complexity in their music, a demonstration of how different guitar and drums and bass can sound, once you get your head past the familiar refrains on which rock and roll is built. Their press release claims they play with ‘math-rock dexterity’ which I take to mean they’re pretty technically competent. There are 10 tracks in all but in listening several seem to fuse together into massive landscapes of sound. From more agitated playing on at the start on Contemporary Disease, Filmlets is one long progression with motifs returning from song to song, slowly becoming more momentous and ponderous, before finishing with the rounded and soothing Recollection. This is the kind of music that required headphones clamped on and the volume turned up high while you lay back and just let it break over you like a tumultuous sea. Despite a guitar-based lineup their jazz roots are particularly evident in the early part of the album, as it their distinctly orchestral approach – you can almost hear the missing strings behind the dual guitars, or imagine the guitar parts translated for pizzicato violin on I Walk. ![]()
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