Stubb - S/T

Tenacity and perseverance…two of the most essential personality traits to have as a rock musician in this day and age. As the old saying goes, if at first you don’t succeed, try, try, try again. This is no more pertinent than when discussing a certain Jack Dickinson. In 2006 Jack put together the initial line-up for Stubb; a hard rocking stoner/psych/jamming three piece. Fronting the band and cranking his guitar, Stubb very quickly built up a strong live reputation in the UK scene but no sooner had the train started rolling when the wheels fell off and Jack found himself without a band. The erratic Stone Turner briefly filled the void until Jack was thrown a lifeline by two friends and fellow musos. Enter the Trippy Wicked duo of Chris West and Peter Holland. Chris is easily one of the finer drummers in the UK stoner/doom scene and his easy, fluid yet hard hitting style was to be the rhythmic kick Stubb needed to rejuvenate their sound and breathe them back to life. Peter Holland, Trippy Wicked front man and guitarist may have seemed un unusual choice to fill the bass slot but his perspective as a guitarist now allows him to jam on the bass alongside Dickinson with ease as well as providing some very welcome backing vocals to add extra dimension to the core sound. And so it came to pass, Stubb were reborn!!!

It turns out West is not only a fine all round musician but also an enterprising bastard who, when labels failed to deliver, decided to form his own and this Stubb album is the first fruits of this…and you may be hard pushed to find a better album with which to kick-start the whole shebang.

Firing up the engine with old favourite “Road”, it’s clear from the outset that West and Holland’s rolling groove and Dickinson’s Hendrix inspired lead playing were destined to meet in some form of psychedelic supernova. This song as always a highlight of the original band’s set, in no small part to Dickinson’s syncopated and synchronised guitar vocal runs. The song writing is simple and effective built around an easy free flowing riff but bound up in a ton of groove. Holland’s bass playing adds an extra level of diversity that the band missed before playing around the riffs under the solos as opposed to just maintaining the riffs. The fact that he’s playing his bass through a guitar amp in an old school style just adds to that authentic 70’s vibe.

“Scale The Mountain” eases back on the pace but retains the weight and groove of the previous track and allows West free reign to open up on the drums and display some deft jazzy touches. Here also, Holland’s vocal contributions prove to be a perfect counterpoint to Dickinson’s own. Whereas the latter has a rougher, more bluesy tone, Holland punctuates the song with his higher register, Chris Cornell-esque wail that pulls the song up into a higher plain.

Holland kicks off “Flame” with a nice elastic bass line before being joined by the rest of the band. The vibe here is easier and more relaxed pushing the band’s blues influences to the fore. The live instrument recording serves to accentuate the inherent soul of the song keeping it clear and unfussy and allowing the groove to do the talking. It also has to be said that, throughout the album, Dickinson displays some very tasteful chops on the guitar that have barely been touched by the last 40 years of influence…the guy has a very old head on pretty young shoulders.

“Soul Mover” offers a welcome step up in pace with its acidic, early Monster Magnet reminiscent punked up psych rush. Here Dickinson tells us “Oh Baby I don’t know what you like, but I’ll keep you satisfied”. Presumably there will be an element of trial and error and guesswork in the lad’s love making!!! I was initially worried that the new Stubb album may be given over too heavily to aimless jamming but it couldn’t be further from the truth. The songs are all tight and concise and the jamming elements stay on the right side on tolerable offering just the right level of unpredictability without ever crossing over into self indulgence.

On “Crosses You Bear” the band offer their first respite from the fuzz overload with a delicate, folk driven acoustic ballad that shows that Dickinson is not only a tasty finger picker but  capable of delivering a vocal with some true emotional depth. Melodically this is a clear stand out track…and over far too quickly.

The Big Muff muscles its way back onto the scene on “Hard Hearted Woman”. Another tale of heartbreak and loss, a theme that seems to run through many of the lyrics here. Musically this draws less from the psychedelic end of the heavy spectrum and plants its size 9’s firmly into muscular 70’s hard rock with yet another killer riff before playing out with some mellow, bluesy yet tasteful axe heroics.

Next up we have the potential album stand out. “Crying River” is a Neil Young flavoured mid paced ballad featuring dual lead vocals from Malin Dahlgren from Swedish folk duo the Polly Tones. This is an achingly beautiful song that also features Dickinson’s most emotive playing on the whole album and shows that the band are so much more than just a bunch of heavy rocking hairies!!!

The seven plus minute “Galloping Horses” plays the album out on another fat, rolling groove that is almost literally dripping with 70’s testosterone. It practically smells of Denim aftershave and chest hair before changing tack at the mid way point into something altogether more esoteric and spacey.

Do I have any criticisms? Yeah a couple but they’re most certainly far from being deal breakers and more a question of taste than anything else. Firstly, although Dickinson shows a real flair for a vocal melody and has a decent set of pipes with which to put this across, his delivery doesn’t yet show the same level of confidence as his guitar playing, occasionally sounding a little awkward. It is still relatively early days for Dickinson as a vocalist and in time he will grow deeper into the role and really define his personality as a singer. It is also something of a shame that, given Holland’s ability as a singer, his skill isn’t utilised to a greater degree to provide counterpoints and harmonies with Dickinson to create a vocal breadth that could be truly spectacular. When the technique is employed here it provides a major lift and could prove to be a real selling point for Stubb lifting them above their contemporaries. Lastly, don’t come into this album looking for divine lyrical inspiration. The lyrics, for the most part are ridden with clichés that either drip with psychedelic mysticism or broken hearted melancholy but come across as fairly uninspiring, meaningless sixth form poetry. Fortunately I rarely take much notice of a band’s lyrics and let them gloss over me unless they really carry some form of intrigue or weight like Neil Fallon’s from Clutch. So in this case the lyrics didn’t prove to be a major distraction.

On the far greater plus side, this is an excellent debut album from a supernaturally talented bunch of musos who know every trick in the book when it comes to creating some awesome, kick ass heavy rock and roll with true passion and guts. Stubb’s debut album is definitely a triumph of, not only dogged determination from all involved, but of sheer class! You will be hard pushed to find a better debut album this year…so don’t bother looking, just get this.


--Ollie

http://stubb.bandcamp.com/
http://www.superhotrecords.com/

Horn's microreviews for you, the diligent consumer - Featurng Summon the Crows, King Giant, Trippy Wicked, Dark Angel, and Wormrot,

So here's the plan:

Recently, reading an article on another site we'll call... Grapefruits Impossible to Perceive With Your Eyes, I came to the worrying conclusion, stolen from said site, that perhaps music criticism is nearly unnecessary in the era of the internet. After all, if you want to judge an artist's music, you just find it on a site and listen for yourself-- you don't need a critic to spare you the financial risk of shelling out for a record you could end up hating.

Then it hit me: what you DO need from critics is enough of a nudge to know what to check out in the first place-- because that's the other side of the double-edged sword of the internet: while you can check out whatever you want, there's roughly a billion more things to check out.

You need less of a critic, and more of a Herald-- one who points you in the right direction and THEN lets you do your own judging.

So.

Here, in tiny/ sound byte/ on-the-go form is what boils down to psychedelic ad copy-- for you to quickly decide if even investigating an album will be worth your time.

Here are a series of shamanistic near-haiku: brief, transient as sand, ephemeral as tea leaves in the bottom of a pint. The visions of one specific seer, to guide your purchases and/or illegal downloads.

Who says the incredible, chaotic, undetermined, endless and eternal can't find niches in a consumerist, material-driven, commodity-based, filthy-lucre society?

So here, then, are your "blasts of leaden verse about leaden riffs, the nitroglycerin shrieks of advertising," in concentrated (i.e., psychically mainlinable) form.


Summon the Crows - One More For the Gallows

Very Southern Lord, very Disfear/ Kvertllak/ Nails, but with more snappy songwriting/ usually sounds like a Metallica cassette b-side, i.e., NWOBHM, but without clean singing/ "Trojan Whore" has a great riff at 2:15....

It's a detuned, slightly more modern version of every band Metallica covered on their cassette b-sides, The $5.98 EP: Garage Days Re-Revisited, and Garage, Inc.-- Budgie, Misfits, Diamond Head, Sweet Savage, and most obviously Discharge.

Brief songs, and the whole album's 25 minutes....

"Beasts of the Night" starts so much like "The More I See" you'd almost mistake it for that. But don't mistake the riffs baby. And not "doom" riffs, not Sabbath, but punk/ thrash riffs, downpicked over a groovy 4/4 beat....


King Giant - Southern Darkness and Trippy Wicked and the Cosmic Children of the Knight's - Movin' On:

Southern rockish, Monster Magnet lite; although "TWatCHofK" get some originality credit: I've never actually heard the musical term for song sections said during the song before-- and during "Not What You Know" we get a scream of "Bridge!!" right before, that's right-- the bridge.

King Giant's "Mississippi River" sounds like Tom Waits on sludge and is worth getting in and of itself.


Dark Angel - Darkness Descends:

The live version included here of "Perish in Flames" is awesome-- at around 1:00 a second guitar suddenly enters on the left channel, and whether it was intentional or not, it sounds great, as does the longer version of the song. The whole album reminds you what true speed is-- there's a genuine sense of velocity, one that blast beats can't adequately convey; 27 years later, listening to Dark Angel still makes me think, "Fuck, they are fast." And unlike blastibeaty black metal, the vocals here try to keep up with the velocity of the drums, too fast here to even actually sing, they must just speak rudely.... it slows down temporarily, but only to accentuate the speed when it inevitably returns....



Wormrot - Dirge:

"Puckish," not threatening (unlike say Rotten Sound or Phobia), Wormrot are the most together garage band ever, and they fire at you strangely satisfying grindcore in standard tuning: there's a "clean," live, direct sound, one buzzsaw-like, and it makes Wormrot sound like Agnostic Front on the Joker's Smilex toxin... highlight is "Principle of Puppet Warfare," but if you like one, you'll like all. They're really just movements of a long single song. It's almost (more so than other grindcore) thrash metal (which makes sense, seeing as it came from hardcore/punk) gone completely off the rails, coming apart at the seams, like they've gotten going to fast to slow down and they've lost control. Except they never quite do. And despite the velocity and screaming, they sound like they're having fun.

More to come!

--Horn

Trippy Wicked & The Cosmic Children Of The Knight - Movin On

If Dusted Angel is the best band name I’ve heard in awhile, then Trippy Wicked & The Cosmic Children Of The Knight is probably the worst. It sounds like the type of band made up of 50 year old dudes that play Donovan covers at the local sports bar. Luckily, TW&TCCOTK don’t sound anything like that. They categorize their music as “rock, stoner, doom, sludge, blues” and that’s a fairly accurate description. The negative doom metal of Electric Wizard is an obvious influence as well as stoner power boogie of Clutch.

Movin On is the debut full length from this British power trio following up on their Lowering The Tone EP from last year. The album was recorded at Chuckalumba Studios in Dorset, the home town of Electric Wizard and Robert Fripp. For a self produced and released album, the final product is impressive. The guitars are heavy and doomy, the bass is nice and upfront and the drums thud just the right way. The vocals are clearly Ozzy inspired and are reminiscent of Sheavy at times.

Of the ten songs blasted out in 52 minutes, the title track is a real stand out. It’s got a nice heavy blues riff and a big double time jam at the end that sets the tone for the rest of the album. “Sea Shanty” is a speedy Clutch influenced swinger. “Not What You Know” is another fast one with a Black Sabbath Volume 4 groove. Slower songs like “Southern” and “Echoes” (not the Pink Floyd song) have an overt classic rock feel. Overall this record has a nice variety of material and doesn’t get stuck in a rut. Just when your ears are getting tired from over the top pummeling, they’ll offer something like “The Water” that moves at a slower pace and includes some nice whistling.

Movin On will appeal to just about anyone who likes the heavier side of rock. And since they went through all the time and expense to put this out themselves, don’t you think you owe it to them to give it a chance? Just because the band name is fairly ridiculous don’t hold it against The Wicked.

--Woody

Buy here: 

Trippy Wicked & The Cosmic Children Of The Knight - Movin On