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Cayon Creep
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Vinnie Apicella
About a minute into song
two-well track one is this twenty second narrative about the band's
quest for honor, glory and fine chicks. what, no herb! Surprising
considering the comparative analysis offered up in their bio, you can
damn near smell the stuff as the rumbling engine sits idle for "No
Brakes," defying the fast-paced logic the song title would dictate
as
they spark it up? Sounds almost like an early Metallica outtake before
they tear into "Creeping Death" or something. Canyon Creep as
the name
suggests offers up "creepy" feeling Rock, dreaded and dazed,
blazing and
bottom heavy, driving itself right into the wall with a dull thud like
many of your favorite Music Cartel/Man's Ruin Mammoth Volume types.
and how low can you go? I'd dare say these guys got their drill ready
and aiming to find out. "Hijack The World," the song-love the
words,
damned and distorted, their hearts' apparently in the right place even
if they're determined to blow a hole in yours. "I Got the
Shakes" and I
got the fire and hot damn, we're catching that old "Overdose"
AC/DC
classic Rock vibe with a deep Southern fried Alabama Thunderpussy/Four
Horsemen-like circle the wagon chorus and quick fingered fade out of the
former, nice tune that'll make ya queasy enough. and if that don't do
it for ya, "Warm Beer," thirty seconds worth of background
plucking and
symbols, will do the job quite nicely, save for the early morning
headache. Nice echo effect on "Black Bra" shows power and
promise and
probably a little more if they let the lyrics loose; "Can't Afford
You,"
a true enough gripe with another catchy riff that drowns out the vocals
yet who cares, the guy can't sing anyway! Canyon Creep's got the low
down smoky-mountain devil's canyon vibe going in a big foot to the floor
way, stomp, swamp, yellow-fever Rock with a tubular twist different from
the rest in that they got a little angle to their groove-there ain't
enough creativity in this whole Stoner caravan doom-plodding dawn of the
Seventies' thing. "Yreka's" the best of the lot, got that
amped up
Kyuss-like kick going for it with speed, volume and excessive
drinkability-gotta love it. Ya got nine songs total, really minus two,
so there's about an even split between heavy revving and mid-shift
stall, could use a little gumout here and there to remove some of those
carbon-drenched choral coughs, maybe sand down a few rust spots and
keeping in mind this is self-produced, a decent disc with plenty o'
grit, groove and collapsible rhythms.
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