14:48 - Mary N. Just wanted to add a useless piece of info to the talk on SB, I'm Aquarius.
14:31 - Cynic Metalhead Playing with my semen was never meant to be funny, Joe. That was some serious business.
14:30 - !J.O.O.E.! I should tell that guy I'm a Capricorn. Maybe he'll respect my opinions more.
14:23 - Ilham That's cuz you dunno how to analyse stuff in DEPTH Joe, ur cancer. U know... cancer.
14:18 - Ilham Yeah they all talk about it as if it's the equivalent of emptying an ak47 mag into the head of your baby. But I have a shoddy electrical panel in this place and some outlets aren't connected to the ground, so I get jolted often.
14:16 - !J.O.O.E.! Just realised I basically repeated what Ilham just said.
14:14 - !J.O.O.E.! Just don't wear socks and build it on a carpet.
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.