They write originals that sounds like the kinda stuff you’ve heard all yer life. It’s solid, like hearing the Stones when they were still vital and pure.
Brimstone Blues was surprisingly glammy for stoner rock, but tuneful. Fuck The World has a chip on its shoulder. It’s a heavy, snarling, pounding slab of metal.
They’re from Montreal, this is their Fat debut. They’re scruffy and dirty, but they’re Greenpeace punk, not ignorant anti-whatever or wall-punching punk.
It’s a collection, so it’s kinda disjointed and dated. Kinda thick, not overly polished, but raw and jagged and dense, if not altogether vocally accurate.
No idea why Raunchy doesn’t catch on more. Fear Factory and Strapping Young Lad took off, and Raunchy mix in the clean singing of Avenged Sevenfold as well.
James Raftery has been compared to Elliot Smith, with the classic storytelling of folk rock. Warm production and fuzzy guitars, very ’90s indie rock.
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Phil Lomac is at his best when he doesn’t try very hard, he just let’s his soothing voice win you over, the simple melodies lapping at you like gentle waves.