The indulgent repetition owes to ’70s blues metal and prog. Ironic genres are presented as higher art, but are in reality embraced by couch-surfing stoners.
I can’t believe how annoyed I am with Sheavy’s crippling debt to Black Sabbath, especially Steve Hennessey’s uncommon vocal similarity to Ozzy Osbourne.
The tempos are generally on the slow side, the emotional tone one of contemplation. There’s none of the screaming that passes for emotion in modern rock music.
Fast rocker punk with a Stooges quote, a Motörhead rip, and a non-pop presentation that works great. Imagine a hardcore band in ’83 playing sped-up Nuge riffs.
It “dissolves the borders of rock, jazz, funk, and torch song balladry,” says the bio. Most indie-minded artists make such claims. The description is accurate.
This Berlin-based band will never hit it big with the trendies, but anyone into the dark rockin’ of the Dwarves is sure to find things here to punch mirrors to.
An odd mix of high-octane gonzo rock produced noisy in places and high-school metal band shitty in others. Pure American yahoo: Guns, booze’n’titties dirt rock.