Zeppelin-meets-Crimson titans have been at the game for quite a while. No surprise that Wolves is the band’s most streamlined, cohesive, and addictive record.
They know when to shout to the sky, when to hold back and build pressure, and when to go for the throat. Even when going full-out, there’s never any melodrama.
Comparing The Draft to Hot Water Music is a cowardly way to approach the album. Chris Wollard didn’t alter his songwriting just cuz he’s flying a new banner.
Spooky, ‘verbed-out production over psychedelic surf rock. A Munsters-at-the-beach feel. A bit of House of The Rising Sun, a little Doors, a lotta bong hits…
The songs range between 120-140 BPM, the music is grittier than the previous releases, and a more vibrant blend of electronica, trance, and melody is offered.
It’s mostly a rapid, guitar-drenched onslaught until “Real Thing,” which gives you the seductive and sultry side of Lucia, as opposed to the barks and growls.
Nordic metal roots with a heavy dose of hard rockin’ sludge, comparable to Entombed. A hip-shaking swagger balances the dark melodies and screeched vocals.