Dizzying landscape guitarin’ in the baddest badlands - the weatherworn, hip-swingin’, nicotine rushin’ mood of Ignatz & De Stervende Honden's latest offering feels like a hedonistic western that ends with your chosen protagonist feeling lonelier than the oldest tumbleweed in your favourite desert.
When was the last time you thought about a band wanting to create a SOUNDSCAPE but they sent the hopeful synth-bod clown packin??
Ignatz and crew orchestrate a low slung hitch hikers guide to psychedelic alchemy - the trio of guitar, bass and drums’ power and virtuoso levels of musicianship (real word?) so primed and apparent but yet equally restrained, with tension building to the point where you feel like your being eternally circled by a great white shark that doesn’t really want to eat you…YET.
The texture is drier than an ounce of old Drum and from hearing the initial online preview thought that the humble levels of distortion and slow, spacious groove sounded a bit boring. Stuck the full LP on in the shop and thought that I was perhaps a bit bored. Listened to it 4 times in a row and amidst my shame was completely elated and now - as i sit here drinking alright wine, contemplating happiness levels - cannot escape it’s subtle, sidewinding GENIUS. What do they call it?….MELLOW FIRE!
Sounds like a hard nut, deadly inna duel incarnation of those Follakziod LPs, if Rallies De Nudes pulled their socks up or like telling Sun City Girls that they can’t smoke inside. KNOCK OUT LP.