The Pagans howled great high-octane rock and roll. The writing is plain spoken, sensible, and focused. Like reading Burroughs’ Junkie or Bruce Caen’s Hollywood.
The sound, approach, structure remains intact, but a relaxed sway has infiltrated. From strangled screaming to articulating why they were so goddamn cranked-up.
Traditional rock instruments plus “Japanese” and “metal” percussion. Pretty great big rumble-grunt vs. doom-grind. That you can’t understand a word helps too.
A bell-ringer that hit the doom gong in a new way. A slow, grind-inflected deathly thud subtracting the rock and adding more coagulated crush and heavy drone.
The plainspoken vocals aligned with the semi-doom crush via melancholy sparkle is mid-90s AmRep, so I see Helmet and Slint more than metal qua metal as rootage.
Live warts ‘n’ all at thee NYC institution, CBGBs (RIP), garagists The Mooney Suzuki ride ’60s into ’70s rootage like their NYC forebearers The Fuzztones did.
Straight-up live show from a band linking The New York Dolls and the hair metal thing. Not up to Gun N’ Roses’ or Aerosmith’s level, more roots rock and roll.