"Primitive and Deadly"

by Octopi Mills

"Torn by the Fox of the Crescent Moon" opens up the affair, and what can be said? If you know Earth then all is said, and the title is wild cunning and genius enough. I must mention one of the promo photos, which shows Dylan Carson looking like an old 50s era fellow, except for the Albert-Pike-in-his-somewhat of a-youth beard and standing in doomed cacti, which puts him in the class of antiquity and in that of the starkest outsider. Earth never got around in a big rush or heated hurry, and the band name is credible indeed in this sense. "There is a Serpent Coming" treads into weird ground for sure, making it a hazy affair indeed. There is a sound of men who have crafted will, though with a strange, displaced western feel, as if in a Twilight Zone episode. It makes one wonder if he or she belongs, perhaps.

The third song houses things which cannot be explained outright, and  it speaks of things which changeth men into other things that cannot be logically explained here; not in texts. Earthly it is, but of a seventies sort of film style, where old oranges and brasses shine in a Mediterranean sort of haze, though better than much of such a yellow colored past, and unexplainable in a modern sense that is surely of a more coppery tone. The employment of a female vocalist in the album adds another dimension and should be studied upon by men and women alike. There are moments of downtrodden blues, though slow as a goodly beetle in a earthen pile of holy builder's dung. Guitar driven, the flow of rivers happen, muddy and slow.

These are folks who learned how to control amps and such, and knew a thing or two of dynamics and how to apply them without loosing face. "Even Hell has Heroes" shows how the same notes on strings can be bent and outright coy-ed into becoming something else upon feeling; something often lost in those who try and fail, never knowing why the knowledge of scales evaded them. There are instrumentals here, my boys, which says something without saying it. There is a live electrical eel band here, beyond studio walls and wires. Mark Lanegan is even employed here on "Rooks across the Gate", which stirs the molasses darkly enough. "Badger's Bane" ends the affair like a lumbering hallucination, something of the animal kingdom enthroned in a death throe....something to be proud of somehow. A good reason to get the vinyl.