A minute and a half of sludgy drone noise crackles and burns before the monolithic riff arrives on the opening track, ‘Lost’. It packs some serious heft, the deranged vocalisations of Christian Gordy only half-audible amidst a larval tumult of guitars and drums and we’re in uber-heavy Sabbath on Ketamine territory here.
Anyone looking for an album by The Blackout needs to leave now (if they haven’t already). This album is far too heavy for pussies like you. The incongruous-looking NY trio founded by guitar player/vocalist Christian Gordy and drummer Taryn Waldman (one-legged bartender/artist/BBQ enthusiast and former Hooters waitress turned big time commercial film editor respectively) sure know how to hammer out that old-school hard rock sound while taking everything up to 11.
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The seven tracks here aren’t about hooks and choruses: they’re about the RIFF. They’ve about the power. The riffs are strong, and they’re big on power, a. Each bass note shudders like an earthquake. The cymbals crash with the force of a tidal wave. The guitars grind and growl. When it comes to excess and overdrive, Blackout have got it nailed.
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