Brand-New Classic Metal - Tumble Reminds Me Of Everything

 ALBUM REVIEW: Tumble - Lost in Light - Echodelick Records

You know the kind of person you meet who reminds you of other people, and they tell you they "get that a lot"?  Tumble's Lost in Light (Echodelick Records) is their own band and sound, but they inspired a co-worker to add to my Pentagram, and Black Sabbath observations Yes, and Brand X (which is apparently Phil Collins' first band) among a couple others.  They're the classic metal version of "yeah, I get that a lot."
Toronto trio LIam Deak, Tarun Dawar, and Adam Guerra mix Doom, Stoner, Sludge, and Psychedelic Rock/Metal into a tasty stew all their own. With only twenty minutes and five songs, this EP delivers a very tight blizzard of classic sounds.
"Laid by Fear," is a journey, with an uplifting Doom-y opening (don't ask, just get it and listen,) then, almost three-and-a-half minutes in, a delicious guitar solo is followed by a tasty drum solo, then more guitars before emerging from doom into as anthemic as sludge gets.
"The Less I know" follows with a definite Sabbath vibe, lots of familiar riffs and beats with the growly vocals described above. If you ever need a definition of "fundamental text" Black Sabbath is even more foundational than Led Zeppelin, and at under three minutes, this is comfort food for the classic metal fan, and a perfect example.
The third track, "Dead By Rumor" continues the familiar classic metal groove. It doesn't remind me of a classic rock hit so much as one of those second-tier tracks "real fans" prefer over the mainstream hits. Typically you'll find it as one of the deeper cuts on a "Greatest Hits" compilation.
"Sullen Slaves" brings Yes and other Acid Rock heroes to the party, with cleaner bass and guitars, and smoother vocals.  I'm only now sensing a pattern as I'm writing this.  It's a glorious pastiche, but more like old paper dolls, with a foundation you can mix and match with.  It works, and works well.
You read this far, so you know there's a fifth track. "Wings of Gold" is not much different than the first four, a brand-new classic psychedelic rock anthem sounding much like something you loved thirty years ago, and still twist the knob up when it comes on the radio.


Buy the album here: https://www.tumbleband.com/
and here: https://tumbletheband.bandcamp.com/
(FWIW, I'll never share the Spotify page.  They do not pay the artists well at all.)
10 / 10
LARRY ROGERS

Larry Rogers, Yugoboy's Stereo, Yugoboy Preoductions, Tumble, Classic Rock, Stoner Metal, Doom Metal, Acid Rock Black Sabbath, Pentagram, Yes, Phil Collins, Brand X, Led Zeppelin, Ozzy, Echodelick Records,

Brainstorming a Power Metal Masterwork - Brainstorm - Plague of Rats

ALBUM REVIEW: Brainstorm - A Plague of Rats - Reigning Phoenix Music

If you remember a time when a senile president worked with both sides of the aisle and held the respect of many across the political spectrum, you remember a time when metal was big and operatic.  A time when Power Metal ruled the land, hair was huge, shoulders had pads, and autotune was a terrible idea not yet inflicted on the industry.  Brainstorm's Plague of Rats (Reigning Phoenix Music) brings all that back with huge everything - huge guitars, huge vocals, huge themes, huge enjoyment.
Yeah, I enjoyed this.  A lot.
The opening track (creatively named "Intro") spends a full minute sixteen setting the table, getting us ready for the glory that is to come. "Beyond Enemy Lines" brings both guitarists, a driving drumbeat, and Andy B. Franck's ridiculously catchy vocals, reminiscent of, be definitively not Bruce Dickinson.  I could compare it to Saxon or Manowar or even the better Spinal Tap tunes, but none of that could adequately describe the perfect harmony between guitars and vocals.  As much as I love Iron Maiden and could never speak an ill word about them, but on rare occasions, Dickinson's opera training made him seem slightly separate from the sound.  Franck's vocals are slightly earthier, and again, perfectly tuned to the music.
"Garuda (Eater of Snakes)" follows, a slower, but definitively epic song more Metal Church, than Maiden. "False Memories" adds some Thrash elements to the Power foundation.  Not a lot, but enough to maintain Brainstorm's claim to having a unique place in the Power Metal sub-genre. I mean, hell, "Your Soul That Lingers In Me" has huge Kansas feels - they're great in their own right.
Metalcore fans should at the very least pick up "From Hell."  The punch and drive combined with growls and power vocals make for a terrific four-plus-minute face melt. The fact that Brainstorm is from Switzerland likely helps in maintaining their sound in the face of America's current infatuation with -core.
"The Dark of Night" keeps the party going, with a cute little denouement of near-acoustic guitar.  Lyrically, they don't really stray from standard metal tropes, including elements of epic mythos, horror, and violence. Given my deep and abiding love for the genre, I don't really care, but this isn't the album if you're looking for deep introspective and personal lyrics.
Brainstorm's a great name, for as much as there's a core power formula, they've incorporated a fitting melange of elements and styles befitting the results of a open-minded likely weed-fueled brainstorm session.




Buy the album here:  https://shopus.reigningphoenixmusic.com/collections/brainstorm
10 / 10

137 Brings Caveman Metal to the Bug Jar

So, there's a framing narrative for the rest of this review - I had a review of the album all written up, but it didn't feel like I captured what I wanted.  The show was only a week or so after, so the following is my effort to combine the two into a single, coherent whole. For song order, I prioritized the set list because some of the tunes came from their EPs.  Lemme know how I did.

I know this band from a charity concert a couple years ago.  I've seen them on a couple bills for shows I couldn't attend, but I know they're a hard-working local band from central and western New York.  So, when my social media suddenly and barely contained Keith Baughman's pride (his initial announcement of the album came in a liner-notes-length post on FB) about their first album coming out and announcing a release show that didn't conflict, I was ready.  
If you've never been to the Bug Jar on Monroe Avenue in Rochester, NY it's an experience. They go for a CBGB vibe, combined with nostalgia porn. Perfect gritty venue for a pretty gritty band.

137's utterly raging new album "Prey For Your Deception" drops on streaming near you.
So, to celebrate the release of PFYD they played the Bug Jar January 11.
137 brand themselves "Caveman Metal" - a mixture of sludge, doom, and almost death-metal vocals.  Pretty much.  My first comparative thought was another local act - Babayaga. They're not clones, but could definitely share a stage and fans.  Their website (137metal.com) proudly proclaims "Since Fucking 1996" which explains the three preceding EPs and other recordings.  "Prey To Your Deception" is 14 tracks of bass-heavy, distortion-riddled, barely coherent growly vocals and discernible roots from the Black Sabbath/Pentagram side while keeping it modern with those gravel-gargling vocals.


Set List
>>This is a Fist
This is the fourth song on the album, but the first of the show.  My review prediction came true:
"This is a Fist" starts with a less-distorted guitar attack joined shortly by all the aggressive elements Keith Baughman and friends bring to every aural assault.  This tune lets Pierson and Holdsworth get more distinct and crank out solos.  That tune's gonna be fun to see live.
It was
>>Savior
More rhythm-heavy distortion-fuzzy guitars. Nice reverb guitar solo. Worthy successor tune to keep growing the crowd in from the bar.  The righteous monsters pummeling the crowd's ears kept up the abuse for us masochists.

>>Parting Sabbath
This was where Keith really got to growling out lyrics to go with the Caveman rock. Continuing the rhythm assault, but with a couple guitar solos, proving they don't have to be finger-shredding fast to be good. Couple nice time changes.
The ZZ Top-like commitment to a sound really underlies the whole of the set. Each song is strong, unique, and enjoyable, but within a self-imposed range allowing the nuances to really gleam.

>>Slug
The Pentagram-meets-metalcore caveman metal sound works for these guys and they go for it. Interesting that they shared a single with Paro, the opening act. Paro uses far less distortion and crunchy rhythm. By now, if you haven't trashed your hearing, this tune'll finish the job.

>>Born Again
Ooh. A bass solo! Somehow, despite being the same groove, this one's more aggressive, almost soundtrack to a foot pursuit. These guys are real workmen on their instruments. Very little flash (except the Gene Simmons Axe bass guitar) and righteously solid.
The cleaner guitar solo out of nowhere was a nice switch-up. Admittedly the Bug Jar stage will never be described as capacious, but much like Paro, the music matters more than rock star energy.

>>Wrecking Ball
Continuing the standard of the rest, but giving the  drums a bit of solo work to do. The relationship between Paro and 137 came out to play as Paro's drummer added a ridiculous amount of audience energy to the stage as the set was ending. It's always obvious when the band is having that slightly goofy collaborative fun, and this set ended with that.

Interesting the set ended with the track that opens "PTYD". My initial response to the album opener was:  Distortion-laden guitars from Bill Holdsworth and Jpel Pierson open "Wrecking Ball", followed by opening growls from bassist Keith Baughman.  Jason Brickey's drums drive everything, including the bass solo smack in the middle of "Wrecking Ball".  If you're in at this point, the other 13 tracks won't disappoint. (Remember this is the opening tune.)

If you're with me thus far and see my byline elsewhere, know that a lot of my references are going to be for music from western NY and acts that have come through.  I already referenced Babayaga, but some of the instrumental parts of some of the tracks, like "Force Controlled Culture" bear a strong resemblance to Glass Skeleton Death March.  Otherwise, "Caveman Metal" is what the label says:  distortion, sludge, cymbals, and vocals so rough you need a 4x4.
I once had a mathematics professor tell us on day 1 "I know my accent can be tough, but stick with me and in a couple weeks you'll be fine with it."  He was right.  I bring this up because here in the third track, "In Vain Pt. 1 - Midnight" is when you start beginning to discern more of the lyrics Baughman is just gnashing out.  There's a nice break for a simple guitar solo about 80% in. "Slug" follows with all the subtlety of artillery; a powerful assault that would look like an angry wendigo if it were a person.
I've already addressed the fourth song above, but the fifth tune, "What Doesn't Kill You" has a driving bass/drum bit mid-song that sounds friggin' familiar and I can't remember why.  Then the pace slows a bit.  Not necessarily a single, but a good tune where it falls in the track list.  "Born Again" opens about as Black Sabbath-y as they can get away with.  The pace is low, slow, and powerful.  I'm a huge fan of guitar solos, and this tune features a nice one near the end.  Slow, not flashy, but very welcome.
"In Vain Pt. 2 " opens with the first sample - a heart machine beeps and a pulse give way quickly to more conventional 137 fare - until two more beeps mid-tune indicate a few creative beat changes and false stops.  Don't get me wrong about the lyrics.  It's not like they ever get overly discernible, but some of that is 40+ years of musically self-inflicted hearing loss as well.  The rest of the album develops fun, different forms of the "Caveman Metal" style.

I can't really give a number, but the album was as fun as the show, and boy did they crank.