A back catalog dotted with stargazing space rock, album-long jam sessions, and civil war concept albums, Clutch may seem a tough nut to crack. This one’s fun.
All manner of swampy, bluesy, stoner rock, topped creatively with lyrics like Les Claypool fronting Blue Oyster Cult. But we’ve heard all these tricks before.
It was a good idea the first time, and it’s a good idea now, although four discs worth of ’70s covers does seem to be pushing things to the saturation point.
Full-time addition of keyboard player who plays lots of tasty Hammond, adding a more Southern rock feeling. The lyrics aren’t quite as inspired this go-round.