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"Hijack The World" Canyon Creep |
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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. Independent Release Review by Vinnie Apicella [va85@columbia.edu] |