Aah, it fits, that being Warrior Soul’s Kory Clarke thrown like a match at the pumps into the rude and rudimentary redneck rock truck known as Dirty Rig.
Greatly reducing the rich, sleek, and bottom-end heavy production approach of their past work, the duo have turned in a slightly retro and more uptempo record.
They have a kinda Pink Floyd thing going. Maybe it’s just a lurking darkness beneath the lush pop melody, maybe it’s the guitarist is allowed to speak up.
A trio from Minneapolis. There’s something low key, humorous and clever without being loudly funny, and generally something danceable and pleasant here.
Sex & swagger, fuckin’ A right! No bio, never heard of ’em, don’t think they’re from the States, but at first pass, I’m ready to grab a bottle and crank it up!
Good name, decent band. Pretty straight-forward Lamb of God death metal, minus the killer guitarwork that makes LoG special. So pretty standard riffy metal.