Entries tagged with: stoner rock
by Fred Pessaro // BBG
Tim of Clutch at Emo's East, December 2011 (more by Tim Griffin)
One of my first ever live shows (not including arena jams with mom and pop) was seeing Clutch at the original 9:30 Club in DC. I remember it vividly, vocalist Neil Fallon strutted on stage and sang like he was reading from a bible, ripping out page by page and throwing it into the crowd. Along with the thundering groove-oriented instrumentation, that left quite an impression on my young mind (early teens at the time), as did Transnational Speedway League's mix of hardcore and stoner metal. The early days of Clutch, the always bountiful DC hardcore scene, and another little semi-local band from the area, The Obsessed, helped form my early tastes.
It's hard to believe that show was close to twenty years ago and that Clutch is approaching a quarter-century as a band. Older is wiser in my book though, and the Maryland stoner/hard rock crew are back with Earth Rocker, their tenth LP due on March 19 via their own Weathermaker Music imprint. The LP is definitely a departure from their last few efforts, which climbed further down the blues rabbit hole, and a return to the band that penned riff-y rockers like the ones found on their self-titled, The Elephant Riders and Pure Rock Fury. We've got the premiere of the new album's title track which you can stream below.
With the band's new LP on deck and more than two decades behind him, I cornered Clutch guitarist Tim Sult to ask him a few questions about the release and their history. You can read that below.
photos by Taylor Keahey, words by BBG
Solitude Aeturnus in Las Vegas
"It's time to Sab out on y'all," said the Yeti-sized longhair covered in more ink than the Sunday New York Times.The second installment of doom and stoner rock fest Doom in June went down in Las Vegas at the Cheyenne Saloon on June 4th. The lineup included Solitude Aeturnus, Wino, Hooded Menace, Iron Man, Stone Axe, Wofat, Leeches of Lore, White Witch Canyon, Meth Leppard, Hallowed Engine, Psilocybin, ...Of The Horizon, Crowned By Fire, Dead Neon, and Swamp Donkey.
The dude is question was John Fitterer, frontman for L.A. metallers Crowned in Fire, and the "Sab" he was referring to was Black Sabbath.
It was a telling statement early on at the Doom in June fest Saturday at the Cheyenne Saloon, where the aforementioned Brit metal pioneers loomed almost as large over the event as the monster riffs that defined the day...
All the way from Finland, Hooded Menace brought some crippling death doom in the form of a monstrously heavy, elephantine crawl that rumbled like tectonic plates colliding.
Maryland's Iron Man followed, overcoming some drummer troubles (they had to play with a replacement) to wow with their upper-register, trad metal classicism.
Scott "Wino" Weinrich made the acoustic guitar sound electric during his unplugged set, which he ended by walking into the crowd.
And then there were headliners Solitude Aeturnus, who quickly demonstrated why they were perched atop the lineup... The band played the fan favorite "Opaque Divinity" early on in their set, and fittingly so: For doom lifers, it was a moment that at least approached the divine. -[Las Vegas Review-Journal]
Wino played Mercury Lounge in February, and as part of Saint Vitus at Irving Plaza in March. Wino's Shrinebuilder bandmate Al Cisneros plays with his band Sleep at Terminal 5 on June 22nd with Winter and White Hills.
More pictures from Doom in June II, below.
by Black Bubblegum
DOWNLOAD: Church of Misery - "Shotgun Boogie (James Oliver Huberty)" (MP3)
Though it's waaay too early, I've already started thinking about my favorite records of this year. You can place the blame for that squarely on Church Of Misery. Ever since an imported copy of their new LP, Houses of The Unholy, wriggled it's way into my psyche, I haven't been able to get enough of the Japanese band's doomy, bluesy psychedelic riffs.
Much like their previous releases (the band has been in existence since 1996), Houses of The Unholy's subject matter mines the fertile territory of serial killers over the course of it's 45+ minutes, pounding riff after savory wah-wah riff over disturbing samples about decapitation, dismemberment, and death. Let's be straight though, these are not the psych riffs that you zone out to; more like the soundtrack of a wide-eyed speed freak. This is Clutch on gallons of 'tussin, Boris circa Heavy Rocks, and one killer heavy metal party through the mind of Albert Fish and Charles Starkweather. Hell, Church of Misery even covers the oft-revered Brooklynites Sir Lord Baltimore!
Houses of The Unholy impacts US shores on July 7th, although you can currently buy a heavily tariffed (read: imported) copy either through the band directly or through Rise Above. It kills. Check out one of my favorite tracks from the new LP, "Shotgun Boogie (James Oliver Huberty)" above.
In April, Church of Misery played Roadburn in Holland. According to JJ Koczan, "They destroyed. No, really. Fucking incredible." Video from that show below...
by JJ Koczan
We continue with JJ's report from the Roadburn Festival in Tilburg, Holland. If you missed it, check out Day One, Day Two, and Day Three. The fourth and final day was Sunday, April 26, 2009, and that's what we have here...
Saint Vitus at Roadburn (gilles etasse)
The vibrating of an incoming call on my cell phone woke me up at 06:30 this morning. It was an old friend of mine -- probably the oldest, come to think of it -- whom I've known since third grade or so. He's a veteran now and got out of the Marines this past New Year's Eve, having done a combat tour in Iraq that provided him with nightmares and memories I can't even imagine and don't want to try and physical ailments which the military is now trying to screw him out of his health benefits to cover.
He was crying into the phone because one of his fellow Marines, with whom he was apparently quite close, died yesterday from complications resulting from terminal cancer. As I understand it, the complication in that circumstance is that you have cancer. It took two strokes to kill him, and aside from his wife and parents, he hadn't told anyone he was sick. My friend, who's already had far too much of the reality of human nature shoved into his eyeballs, was blindsided, and he'd spent that entire day making phone calls to say that another one of his buddies was dead.
I'll stop short of falling into some kind of "death as impetus for reflection on one's life" thing, but I think about that experience and I think about the last four days I've had, which as far as music goes have been some of the best of my life, and all I can chalk it up to at this point is privilege. I'm not rich, I can't afford this trip and knew I couldn't when I decided to undertake it after it was announced that Saint Vitus, whose logo t-shirt I'm now wearing, was playing. But I am a white American from an upper middle class background, and apparently that's enough to do whatever you want to in life. Like write about music for a living, or take the time out of the day to reflect on one's own cultural privilege -- or, more likely, not.