I
received like, seven copies of this EP in the mail over the past month.
Obviously, somebody wants me to listen to it. But who? God? Satan?
Wolfmother? Naw, just the ceaseless PR demons who are intent on
creating an Aussie retro-rawk phenomenon out of our young power-trio here.
Madre Lobo definitely have the potential for that, seeing as they manage
to haul all the grandiose heaviosity of early Sabbath and Purple and
psyche-tinged fuzzjams of Iron Butterfly and Steppenwolf into the digital
age, shining all that dirty ol’ chrome up with their slick rock star
tricks and delivering four dizzy dollops of very modern sounding
retro-rock here. That’s kinda weird, when you think about it, but that’s
what Wolfmother are, weird. Like the Strokes drunk on Cream. Like the
White Stripes worrying the hell outta Bloodrock. They’re also young and
have cool frizzy hair and they write drug-friendly bellbottom jams that
probably sound awesome whenever there’s a fog machine around. Insta-dopers
like the fuzz-faced “Dimension” and the space-y “Mind’s
Eye” sounded a little forced to my ears, but I’m not the one
they’re after with this pre full-length taster, anyway. Wolfmother are the
first band to bridge the indie-rock/stoner rock gap, so this is all about
the kids, really. Both camps wear fuckin’ corduroys, so they might as well
start listening to the same bands, right? ________________________________________________________
I
received like, seven copies of this EP in the mail over the past month.
Obviously, somebody wants me to listen to it. But who? God? Satan?
Wolfmother? Naw, just the ceaseless PR demons who are intent on
creating an Aussie retro-rawk phenomenon out of our young power-trio here.
Madre Lobo definitely have the potential for that, seeing as they manage
to haul all the grandiose heaviosity of early Sabbath and Purple and
psyche-tinged fuzzjams of Iron Butterfly and Steppenwolf into the digital
age, shining all that dirty ol’ chrome up with their slick rock star
tricks and delivering four dizzy dollops of very modern sounding
retro-rock here. That’s kinda weird, when you think about it, but that’s
what Wolfmother are, weird. Like the Strokes drunk on Cream. Like the
White Stripes worrying the hell outta Bloodrock. They’re also young and
have cool frizzy hair and they write drug-friendly bellbottom jams that
probably sound awesome whenever there’s a fog machine around. Insta-dopers
like the fuzz-faced “Dimension” and the space-y “Mind’s
Eye” sounded a little forced to my ears, but I’m not the one
they’re after with this pre full-length taster, anyway. Wolfmother are the
first band to bridge the indie-rock/stoner rock gap, so this is all about
the kids, really. Both camps wear fuckin’ corduroys, so they might as well
start listening to the same bands, right?