The singer sounds like he’d be more at home fronting a hardcore band, but the rest of the band is remarkably well tied into their Southern-fried “thing.”
Formed from the ashes of cult legends Union Carbide Productions, The Soundtrack of Our Lives has been one of the best unknown bands in the world for four years.
Imagine Nashville Pussy minus, unfortunately, the hot chicks, but with two great guitarists, a bludgeoning rhythm section, a stupendous singer, and great songs.
A throbbing, updated roll rooted in the ’68-’72 germination of the heavy gunk that wasn’t progressive or fusion-oriented. Heavy, bluesy, hard rock-based doom.