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This
Boston duo absolutely rips. They will tear you a new one with
each subsequent spin. And they are only a fucking duo. Quintets
and quartets and even trios should take a couple of lessons.
Yes, if you suck, have a tiny sound, play power metal and want
to grow your music like a mushroom cloud over Hiroshima you must
now move to Boston and dish out some pesos. Look these two up
online, but don’t tell anyone. Don’t be a prick, that’s not
cool. You might have to beg these fellas. You must get on your knees, if not to twist their arm at least
because Hesperus is worth of such humiliation. Ask 5ive
for a lesson. If not on how to play, well at least in how to
tune, jam organically, balance and deliver some of the less
orchestrated but most massive sounds in the US.
And I
wouldn’t even dare lump 5ive with all those post rockers, oh so
preoccupied with their profundity, the depth of their sound and
the length of their musical journey. No sir. 5ive basically turn
it up to eleven and then climb up to twelve just because that is
the next logical step. Hesperus is absurdly good, and
absurdly catchy. And also absurdly simple; “Gallus”, “Big Sea”
and “Kettle Cove”, just to give you three of the seven cuts of
the album, revolve around the simplest of riffs. In the latter
though, some psychedelic wah-wah-isms make their presence felt
and the whole thing turns acid drenched, like a smeared picture,
like your earlobes are hanging to the floor and like your
eardrums resemble melted Gouda cheese. Instrumental rock has
never been so good, at a moment it almost sounds like Hawkwind
on meth.
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