02:46 - ScreamingSteelUS Supergroups do tend to be kind of bland, but I happen to love that Killer Be Killed album. That's why I'm so glad they've been touring and working on a second album. It's coming into its own as a band, no longer just a one-off.
02:36 - deadone Supergroups imply members from several famous bands getting together and often for a one-off. Off course some last a lot longer e.g. Down.
02:07 - ScreamingSteelUS I wouldn't say that Megadeth counts, because the thing that Daves Mustaine and Ellefson are known for is being IN Megadeth, even if Dave Sr. was previously in Metallica.
01:52 - Constantine Supergroups are mostly shittygroups. Getting a bunch of random people from great bands doesn't make a 10x great band.
01:46 - Severian93 At what point does a band become a supergroup? Megadeth for example now have members from Metallica/Angra/Lamb of God
00:38 - Redn1ght Constantine, well duh. If you are not blind you can see that easy. ;)
00:31 - Zaphod It also looks like the poster for Metropolis.
01. Parsonz Curse 02. Whispering World 03. Shake And Shift 04. No Good 05. Blue 06. Sleeping Witch 07. South Of Somewhere 08. Drown 09. Minus 10. Black Water Vision
Is this abrasive...Or accessible? Jesus Christ, this album is such a great balance of the dirty, grittiness of southern rock influenced stoner metal meets classic prog rock. It's psychedelic, yet unbelievably easy on the ears, and easier on the brain.
It's like a Steve Miller lovin' Savannah, Georgia stoner metal riff fest. Only, take some of that dis-harmonic monolithic post rock guitar work found in Neurosis and throw it into the mix. It's rough edged, a bit spacey and catchy as all hell. Now, everything is just groovin' along perfectly, you're thinking to yourself "Well, shit, I might just have to go ahead and spend my crack rainy-day money on this!"
You might be a little sold, maybe a bit on the fence, then the 15 second mark kicks in, and it's game over, man, game over.
It's this wailing - it completely runs away with the whole album! Mlny Parsonz sings somewhere along the lines of Graveyard's Joakim Nilsson and Wolf's Viper Stalvind. Only, she leaves both of them sounding like that mumbling pencil-moustached guy who works at Radio Shack. The riffs are good, but the vocals are what makes this an album to not miss. These vocals are so good, if I could afford a second pair of underwear, they'd be reserved for the day Royal Thunder comes to town and needs someone to throw panties boxer briefs at the stage.
That's the first half of the album, though. The later half drifts further into the more ambient psychedelic spaciness. It's not bad, in fact, it's still pretty damn solid, it's just that after bouncing along to rolling stoner-classic rock tracks like "No Good" and "Whispering World", trying to tone things down just seems a bit anticlimactic.
A solid listen from top to bottom. Maybe the schizophrenic nature of Part A vs Part B does sully things a bit, but each song taken at face value makes CVI and album to not pass on.