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I
apologize for being so late with this 2007 release. The
Russian folks at this mighty experimental label deserve
better. Anyway, as a rule I try not to review albums
that are over two years old, but considering that we are only
in January this album more than surely still qualifies.
Regardless, this recording sounds so fresh it wouldn’t
matter if I was reviewing it five years from now.
Anyway, I
hate Sundays but I love Sunday’s music and that’s what this
sounds like to me. By that I obviously do not mean that
Chicxulub should only be played on Sundays but that it’s got
a dense and kinda melancholic vibe to it. It is not depressing
at all. Nor morose nor somber. Instead, it’s loaded with
psychedelia, distortion and laid back arrangements that could
best be described by the word ’introspective’. It’s a bit
of an inward moving record. One that calls to reflection and
induces you to spacing out. Pink Floyd is a big point of
reference. It’s a record to escape the truth, the truth being
that in just a few hours it’ll be Monday and on Mondays we
become robots once more in this endless routine of life.
A few songs
include vocals but they are quite subdued and do not attempt to
lead the song. Ghostly whispers are included in “Chicken E”, but
they serve only to augment atmosphere. Some of the material here
seems to use the Josh Homme tuning, where warm and slightly
distorted guitar notes are prevalent. Unfortunately, songs like
this one suffer because of flat songwriting. Chicxulub
could have easily been a better record. Had some of its corners
been trimmed it would have been a more fluent transmitter.
Part of this
is understandable, Chicxulub compiles two demos which
explains the stylistic disparity between songs. On one hand this
Australian band could be content tagged as a stoner rock band of
the QOTSA worshipping kind and on the other they are far more
expansive and experimental coming off as the Aussie bastard
child to a one night stand between Pink Floyd and Hawkwind.
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