"The Book of Bad Decisions"

By Octopi Mills

I gained a deeper respect of Clutch after seeing them on a video playing live in front of folks at a extreme metal event. I delved into their history more and found what they are and more of their craft....Dungeons and Dragons, beer, and dark humor bring a good time feeling to the music.

The new album immediately glows Clutch. The songs strut around like bantam roosters and tell tales of things known to all who are acquainted with Neil Fallon's usual manner of banter. "In Walks Barbarella" is pure ham, and monkeys around with a father telling a son a hell of a tall tale that would make Vance Randolf crack a smile, and it overdoes itself in a manner many of these folk tales have in the past, rising to Paul Bunyan-like aspects and pissing in the snow in doing so, leaving hammy dishes to clean at the end of big, booted footprints in the yellow snow. Busy and bearded things happen in all the songs so far as "Vison Quest" and "Weird times" come along and do themselves as rock and roll songs do. "Emily Dickinson" is classic as a strange usual Clutch anthem that works to be epic and name drops from the shelves of classic American history and the devil is kept as a mention in the album somewhere I am sure. Country living is mentioned in the aforementioned song, and it sets itself right somehow. Fallon's lyrics make it something other than a normal rock and roll album and the party feel of the songs are something to pull you out of a bad mood and make you do something adolescent after a few craft brews.

 "A Good Fire" blazes and urinates freely like the men of Bohemian Grove after a few drinks and recalls bad camping gone good in nowhere places and remote forests where truck speakers are a staple and where  toothbrush or toilet paper are the handiest things to have around.. The boys wipe their asses with all manner of things thusly said and the good fire song is good, making me predict things before they even said them in the lyrics and showing me of my professional state of writing such things. "Ghoul Wrangler" is a good example of a normal rock song brought to the pages of legends as it takes the tale and gives it a tail. He mentions penny loafers and snow tracks and I know we are on the same page...The band is on fire and biscuits hot in the live manner of this Memphis recording and it says things to others about execution and bald passion. I listen on as I hear things said that are pure comedy and gold, and as I have stated these are live band tall tales that lumberjack their way into the supernatural arena of the camp tale. Fallon shares his beer and crab cakes recipe with us on "Hot Bottom Feeders" and the album becomes a well paid for, full purchase already with songs left and deluxe ones available on another edition. Like the great bald eagle on the cover that can fly high as a predator and fall from such grace as to kneel on the lower times of carrion, the guys know how to sail and avoid the fall. "Lorelei"  closes my edition and tales the old tale of the woman we all know from old folklore circles. As the year closes it is a pleasure to review what may be my last album. This is a good way to cap off anything in this way of work, and I ask that we may meet again and in good company.