Hangnail

Ten Days before Summer (TMC)
by Craig Regala

Ah! Stomp yer hands & clap yer feet to a rollin’ biker brew from the home label (Lee Dorrian’s Rise Above) known more for swingin’ a huge leaden dick labeled “doom” rather than this goodly chunk of rock qua rock. Feeding off the early proponents of loud, just post-blues rock (early Sabbath/Led Zep/Pink Fairies, Lemmies shift in Hawkwind, Budgie), and driving it through a kick ass garage metal attack, places Hangman firmly in a continuum that’s flowered recently under the “stoner” tag. There are bridges and tempos used that wouldn’t sound outta place on an early Robin Trower record (kinda like a more hard-headed Mammoth Volume, if you follow this sorta thing), until you’re yanked through thirty year old Dust LPs, ten-year-old Monster Magnet discs, twenty-year-old Pat Travers bounce, and a smidgeon of fifteen-year-gone Trouble.

Once again, it doesn’t “sound” like those mentioned, it just uses the same language to pull tones, hit riffs, and jam it out. I’m for it. The dreamy parts, and the tune (“4:28”) that the guest female voice handles, give a sense of space kindred to Sabbath’s “Planet Caravan.” Yup, cool out time before the re-upping of the dirt riffs that Orange Goblin drives into any skull privy enough to hear ’em, Sons of Otis turn into a sludge wave, Sally frys down to the kinda ug post-Kyuss bands like Lowrider throw around and, well, that Sheavy uses to reanimate the cobwebs caught in Ossie Osborne’s mind before he was “Ozzy!!!” If you have the cash from working an hour of overtime, put it here.
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