It took me quite a while to get used to the fact SOUND OF GUNS were a Liverpool band. Let’s face it; there are none of Merseyside’s usual underground references filtering through here. No Beefheart, Floyd or Arthur Lee. Certainly last year’s debut LP ‘What Came from Fire’ bore no traces of Scally Psychedelia whatsoever: it simply battered us with one deity-toppling, cosmos-straddling anthem after another.
Their first post-album salvo ‘Breakwater’ suggests there’s a lot more to come where all that emanated from. Although the initial scurry of flailing guitars and tumbling drums is untidy, it soon assembles itself as another of those steely, leather-lunged stadium-botherers they are becoming so adept at. The main ‘progression’ of sorts is a more noticeably metallic guitar sound, although the abyss-staring lyrics (“it could be darkness, could be death/ drag the flowers from your grave”) take few prisoners either.
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It’s still impressive, though I hope the second album (already preparing to rumble down the tracks later this year, I’m led to believe) doesn’t get TOO Metallica for comfort. Sound of Guns have already marked out their BIG MUSIC territory, they don’t need to succumb to overkill.
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