Instrumentals all, evocative of life’s elemental offerings: birth and death, love and loss, hope and despair, loneliness and longing, growth and decay.
Bison digs deep into ’70s style anthemic rock. Their two most hard-hitting qualities are a blinding barrage of sweeping guitar riffs and vocal sonic attacks.
“Man Club” is another alterna-rock, semi-not-punk sort of song, “Heater On” is yet another attempt to exhume the Pixies that ends up with a dessicated corpse.
The cover’s black, the CD’s black, Count Ronald Martin looks like a fop and plays cheesy synth-pop with old keyboards and his heliumated voice. I can dig it.