I started on Fang Island with their their glorious self-titled, packed with euphoric, reaching riffs and senseless soaring vocals, tight as god's own asshole.
Their debut, 3 years prior, shows the same purpose, the same riff-driven aesthetic. But it's lacking those two things that really gave the self-titled wings: those communal vocals and that T1000 ratatat tightness. This is not the SR-71 endgame, this is dudes on the testbed, reaching beyond what they're capable of, missing notes, missing beats, careening downhill and out of control.
It's got excitement, a kind of highwire act that's even better when you know someday they're gonna stick the landing. Nowhere near as fun as their best stuff, but a sincere, buzzy, fuzzy, pure record, guys just making rock and roll a little hotter than they can handle 4/5
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