There’s no denying that this is a unique sounding album. It’s not often that something can intrigue you this much, leaving you with no real comparisons or possible parallels.
Let’s open with the most glaringly obvious singularity which these guys can so proudly proclaim, it’s undeniably the singers baritone voice, he absolutely has no rivals to it’s depth, and when he does extend to the upper octaves he’s capable of, it still sounds just as pleasant. Just as Morgan Freeman owns Hollywood’s wise authoritative voice over, so too does this singer own his domain.
The plunge he would have experienced through the voice breaking years would be intriguing and awkward times, there would have been quite a clear dip in testicular sway.
Puberty aside, the music accompanying this really did its job also, and that was merely accompany. I’m not saying it wasn’t good, quite the opposite, it played its support role to perfection. There were of course moments where its individual glory shone, such as an harmonica solo or the supporting vocalists chiming in at critical times to help provide a sense of emphasis or harmony.
The songwriting was quite clear and easy to comprehend. There was a consistent cursing of God (or lack of) and I think I noticed only one or two songs sink to standard romantic themes. That aside, there’s a varied discussion of philosophy, life as a cave man and a yearning for the inclusion in artistic society – which introduced me to the word ‘nomenclatures’, thank you very much. Each song distinctly had something different to say.
The album persists with an overall feel good vibe, even though it can delve into some occasional deep topics. The song ‘Mmm mmm mmm mmm’ tells the tale of two mentally burdened children who face deep physical and psychological burdens, which eventually are nothing in comparison to the child who’s forced to attend church.
The bands godlessness is one of the clear messages that recurs throughout the album, and they continually offer ridiculous philosophical ‘how comes?’. Highlighted by “how does a duck know which direction south is” and “How come I just smoke and smoke and smoke and curse every butt I spit out?”.
Altogether this is definitely an album I’ll be remembering, but more so for its intriguing vocals and interesting lyrics than its musical brilliance. At times it felt weird and borderline scary, but always found a way to swing you back on positive vibes with the optimistic sound they’d created.
Special mention definitely has to go to the line which opened track five, “when I’m sampling from your bosom”.