Paper is a dissatisfying experience. I’ve been spoiled by Chris Robinson singing this material for so long, and Rich’s voice just doesn’t get the job done.
Fine, concise sludge-metal, down-tuned guitars and huge downstrokes driven by fairly brisk tempos, conventional song structures, and non-growly vocals.
You don’t have to be a fanatic or a geek to appreciate the raw beauty of Mayer’s Fortune recordings, and you don’t have to be one to love this album, either.
Antecedents are the first Black Crowes album and glossed-up cock rockers like Buckcherry and Velvet Revolver. Scuzzy party rock sheathed in a too-slick package.
This five-song EP (three newbies plus St. Vitus and Black Oak Arkansas covers released on rare comps) comes like four years after the last Goatsnake release.
The band have a very firm grasp on what makes psychedelia work. They’re take what could’ve been incidental music and they’ve made it muscular and captivating.
Eleven tracks of patented Get Hip swagger-rock, big rock recorded on a little budget, just like New York Dolls and all the bands who’ve come in their wake.