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  • SCUMBACK ~ PERFECT BLUE ….. review

     

    Perusing Desert Psychlist’s unending wave of emails can be in turns informative, infuriating and gladdening and it was the last of those emotions we felt when we scrolled down to find that Russian groovsters Scumback had gifted us a download of their latest album “Perfect Blue” via Bandcamp. Some may remember us waxing lyrical on these pages over the bands second album “Sons of a Witch“, a collection of short sharp and caustic tunes that took their cues from the likes of Eyehategod, Buzzov-en, and Crowbar as much as they did from southern rock royalty like Lynyrd Skynyrd, Blackfoot and Molly Hatchet. Those who have already bought into Scumback’s blend of of hardcore, groove and southern rock /metal will be cock-a-hoop to discover that while “Perfect Blue” sees Scumback progressing musically as a band it also does not stray too far from the bands original blueprint while those new to the band will discover an outfit with the ability to both swing and brutalize in equal measure.


    Oh maaan how do you go about describing an opening number as impactful as “Murdertown“, this is a tune that leaves you feeling like you have been run over by a truck, a partly groove, partly thrash, partly industrial, partly nu-metal riff fest decorated with vocals that are constantly shifting between stoner rock like throatiness and sludgy metallic harshness., if this tune does not compel you to take a deep dive into the rest of the album then nothing will. If you have somehow managed to get up off the floor and dust yourself down then ready yourself to be knocked right back down again by “The Absolute“, this song wraps scattergun riffage and blackened rhythms beneath vocals that alternate between full on snarliness and melodic gruffness around which ear-catching motifs and searing solos are constantly swooping and swirling. There are in total 14 tracks to be found on “Perfect Blue” so please do not expect us to go in depth on each, instead we will from here on in highlight a few that we think demand attention. The first of those is the chugging stoner(ish) “Fade Away” a song that stands out thanks to its slightly more southern rock flavoured vocal inflections and its attention grabbing little hooks and catches. The next worthy of mention is the southern flavoured lament “By The River” its acoustic guitars and down-home vocal tones giving it an almost “campfire” feel. Another we think should be further investigated is the excellent “Tears of God” which, to our ears, channels a little Mississippi Bones/Clutch type swagger in its sonic attack. The truth though is that no matter where you place the needle on “Perfect Blue“, be it the full on hardcore of “25 Hours” or the lilting and Skynyrd like ballad “Wasted Paradise“, you are going to strike gold! 


    Scumback describe what they do on “Perfect Blue” as being “hardcore with touch of Lynyrd Skynyrd” and that is in a nutshell exactly what it is, an amalgamation of southern rock, groove metal, doom and sludge condensed down into small easy to swallow bites, one of the best albums of its genre you could possibly hope to hear.
    Check it out ….
       
    © 2025 Frazer Jones
  • SCUMBACK ~ PERFECT BLUE ….. review

     

    Perusing Desert Psychlist’s unending wave of emails can be in turns informative, infuriating and gladdening and it was the last of those emotions we felt when we scrolled down to find that Russian groovsters Scumback had gifted us a download of their latest album “Perfect Blue” via Bandcamp. Some may remember us waxing lyrical on these pages over the bands second album “Sons of a Witch“, a collection of short sharp and caustic tunes that took their cues from the likes of Eyehategod, Buzzov-en, and Crowbar as much as they did from southern rock royalty like Lynyrd Skynyrd, Blackfoot and Molly Hatchet. Those who have already bought into Scumback’s blend of of hardcore, groove and southern rock /metal will be cock-a-hoop to discover that while “Perfect Blue” sees Scumback progressing musically as a band it also does not stray too far from the bands original blueprint while those new to the band will discover an outfit with the ability to both swing and brutalize in equal measure.


    Oh maaan how do you go about describing an opening number as impactful as “Murdertown“, this is a tune that leaves you feeling like you have been run over by a truck, a partly groove, partly thrash, partly industrial, partly nu-metal riff fest decorated with vocals that are constantly shifting between stoner rock like throatiness and sludgy metallic harshness., if this tune does not compel you to take a deep dive into the rest of the album then nothing will. If you have somehow managed to get up off the floor and dust yourself down then ready yourself to be knocked right back down again by “The Absolute“, this song wraps scattergun riffage and blackened rhythms beneath vocals that alternate between full on snarliness and melodic gruffness around which ear-catching motifs and searing solos are constantly swooping and swirling. There are in total 14 tracks to be found on “Perfect Blue” so please do not expect us to go in depth on each, instead we will from here on in highlight a few that we think demand attention. The first of those is the chugging stoner(ish) “Fade Away” a song that stands out thanks to its slightly more southern rock flavoured vocal inflections and its attention grabbing little hooks and catches. The next worthy of mention is the southern flavoured lament “By The River” its acoustic guitars and down-home vocal tones giving it an almost “campfire” feel. Another we think should be further investigated is the excellent “Tears of God” which, to our ears, channels a little Mississippi Bones/Clutch type swagger in its sonic attack. The truth though is that no matter where you place the needle on “Perfect Blue“, be it the full on hardcore of “25 Hours” or the lilting and Skynyrd like ballad “Wasted Paradise“, you are going to strike gold! 


    Scumback describe what they do on “Perfect Blue” as being “hardcore with touch of Lynyrd Skynyrd” and that is in a nutshell exactly what it is, an amalgamation of southern rock, groove metal, doom and sludge condensed down into small easy to swallow bites, one of the best albums of its genre you could possibly hope to hear.
    Check it out ….
       
    © 2025 Frazer Jones
  • CROP ~ S.S.R.I. ….. review


    Desert Psychlist has to hold our hands up and admit to not being aware of the existence of CROP, Marc Phillips (vocals); Zach Hunter (guitar); Braun Dabney (bass), and Andrew Beauvier (drums), until the bands latest album “S.S.R.I.” landed on our desk a few days ago. How this band got by us is still a mystery, especially since they tick all the musical boxes we love like caustic riffage, thunderous sludgy grooves and forceful gritty vocals but we’ve found them now and we are not about to let anything they put out in the future get by us again. 


    CROP’s “S.S.R.I.” is far from an easy listening experience, listeners should brace themselves mentally and physically before taking this monster on. Even “Flatline,” the album’s brief, droning instrumental intro, feels like an assault on the senses. If “Flatline” doesn’t have you fleeing in auditory distress, the next track, “Formaldehyde,” most certainly will, the song bursts out of the traps with such snarling ferocity it’ll have you taking a step back. Here we find Phillips screaming of “betrayal” over a backdrop of gnarled, noisy metal that could be described as sludgy but feels so much nastier. It has to be said that there are brief moments of respite to be found here, like when the groove shifts into more psychedelic rock territories where we find Phillips delivering his vocals slightly more subdued (if that’s the right word), but those passages aside the vibe here is mostly full on and feral  Next comes “Goddamn,” a doom-laden behemoth with gritty, caustic vocals wrapped in thick reverberating riffage driven by growling basslines and thunderous drums, if you’re not standing awestruck and soundlessly mouthing its title when this one finally rolls around to its close then you just haven’t been listening properly.. Fourth number “10-56” sees guitarist Hunter, bassist Dabney and drummer Beauvier jamming a deliciously raucous sludgy stoner metal groove, interrupted by a brief lysergic interlude,  over which Phillips tells us he’s “sick and tired of being sick and tired” in a voice that seems constantly on the verge of cracking. Every rock or metal band hailing from the southern states of America has to have at least one torch-like song in their locker and “Alone” is CROP’s, although in CROP’s case it is more a burning brand than an actual torch. Phillip’s vocal here is his best so far, gritty and gruff but full of emotion, emotion that is also reflected in Hunter’s superb guitar contributions which weave swirling lead and crunching chords around some truly outstanding bass and drum work from Dabney and Beauvier. The instrumental “Breathe” follows and although only just over one minute long comes across like something Ennio Morricone might have penned for a Sergio Leone movie… had that movie been a western horror set in the depths of space. Doom is the primary force behind final song “Break” but its a doom like no other doom that has came before it or is likely to follow, this is doom served up with side orders of southern hardcore and stoner-metal with dark thrumming riffage and thunderous rhythms bookending a fleeting but compelling section of dank ambience topped off with vocals that go from slurred and sneery to angsty and harsh, a song that is loud, mostly gnarly and utterly brilliant throughout! 


    Their are times while listening to CROP’s “S.S.R.I.” when you think that things could not  possibly get any more forceful or gnarly… and then they DO! There are also times on this album where the band wrap you up in warm blankets of unexpected languid ambience, although admittedly those moments are few and far between. “S.S.R.I.” is a super heavy if a decidedly schizophrenic release that should come with its own health warning, music this loud, this intense, this dangerous cannot be good for you, but then don’t they say that about all the best things in life.
    Check it out …. 
     
    © 2025 Frazer Jones
  • CROP ~ S.S.R.I. ….. review


    Desert Psychlist has to hold our hands up and admit to not being aware of the existence of CROP, Marc Phillips (vocals); Zach Hunter (guitar); Braun Dabney (bass), and Andrew Beauvier (drums), until the bands latest album “S.S.R.I.” landed on our desk a few days ago. How this band got by us is still a mystery, especially since they tick all the musical boxes we love like caustic riffage, thunderous sludgy grooves and forceful gritty vocals but we’ve found them now and we are not about to let anything they put out in the future get by us again. 


    CROP’s “S.S.R.I.” is far from an easy listening experience, listeners should brace themselves mentally and physically before taking this monster on. Even “Flatline,” the album’s brief, droning instrumental intro, feels like an assault on the senses. If “Flatline” doesn’t have you fleeing in auditory distress, the next track, “Formaldehyde,” most certainly will, the song bursts out of the traps with such snarling ferocity it’ll have you taking a step back. Here we find Phillips screaming of “betrayal” over a backdrop of gnarled, noisy metal that could be described as sludgy but feels so much nastier. It has to be said that there are brief moments of respite to be found here, like when the groove shifts into more psychedelic rock territories where we find Phillips delivering his vocals slightly more subdued (if that’s the right word), but those passages aside the vibe here is mostly full on and feral  Next comes “Goddamn,” a doom-laden behemoth with gritty, caustic vocals wrapped in thick reverberating riffage driven by growling basslines and thunderous drums, if you’re not standing awestruck and soundlessly mouthing its title when this one finally rolls around to its close then you just haven’t been listening properly.. Fourth number “10-56” sees guitarist Hunter, bassist Dabney and drummer Beauvier jamming a deliciously raucous sludgy stoner metal groove, interrupted by a brief lysergic interlude,  over which Phillips tells us he’s “sick and tired of being sick and tired” in a voice that seems constantly on the verge of cracking. Every rock or metal band hailing from the southern states of America has to have at least one torch-like song in their locker and “Alone” is CROP’s, although in CROP’s case it is more a burning brand than an actual torch. Phillip’s vocal here is his best so far, gritty and gruff but full of emotion, emotion that is also reflected in Hunter’s superb guitar contributions which weave swirling lead and crunching chords around some truly outstanding bass and drum work from Dabney and Beauvier. The instrumental “Breathe” follows and although only just over one minute long comes across like something Ennio Morricone might have penned for a Sergio Leone movie… had that movie been a western horror set in the depths of space. Doom is the primary force behind final song “Break” but its a doom like no other doom that has came before it or is likely to follow, this is doom served up with side orders of southern hardcore and stoner-metal with dark thrumming riffage and thunderous rhythms bookending a fleeting but compelling section of dank ambience topped off with vocals that go from slurred and sneery to angsty and harsh, a song that is loud, mostly gnarly and utterly brilliant throughout! 


    Their are times while listening to CROP’s “S.S.R.I.” when you think that things could not  possibly get any more forceful or gnarly… and then they DO! There are also times on this album where the band wrap you up in warm blankets of unexpected languid ambience, although admittedly those moments are few and far between. “S.S.R.I.” is a super heavy if a decidedly schizophrenic release that should come with its own health warning, music this loud, this intense, this dangerous cannot be good for you, but then don’t they say that about all the best things in life.
    Check it out …. 
     
    © 2025 Frazer Jones
  • THE BIG RIP ~ OLYMPUS MONS … review

     

    Norway’s The Big Rip, featuring Danny Valle Johannessen (vocals), Eivind Dalevoll (guitar), Ole Jørgen Kjørholt (guitar), Mats Bredesen (bass), and Simen Lunde (drums), defy easy categorization, their sound being a dynamic mix of progressive/post-metal, and heavy rock decorated with powerfully melodic vocals that possess a soulful edginess. Some have already compared Big Rip’s sound to that of bands like Elder, Witchcraft, and King Buffalo and although Desert Psychlist does not disagree with these comparisons we tend to think their music leans somewhat a little closer to that of UK’s Sergeant Thunderhoof in that its prog elements come from a more classic rock angle.. The band have just recently released their second EP, “Olympus Mons,” the follow up to their well-received debut EP “Order of the Goatlord.”, a release we believe is a must-hear for ALL fans of expansive, spacious and rocking prog/post-metal.


    Opening song “Behold, This Mountain” sets the tone for the rest of the EP, a song that starts from fairly humble beginnings and slowly swells  in intensity and volume to become something just as majestic and imposing as the edifice mentioned in its title with lilting eastern flavoured motifs sharing space with heavy reverberating riffage around powerfully delivered vocals that possess a crooned soulful quality. Next up is “KAKTUS“, this song boasts a slightly more strident and stoner(ish) groove to its predecessor but proves no less impactful for that. The guitar work of Dalevoll and Kjørholt is exemplary here, a fine blend of crunch and shimmer that is supported by an equally fine mix of power and restraint from the rhythm section of Bredesen and Lunde while Johannessen’s vocals are just other level in power depth and timbre. Third number “Kraken Mare” begins life prog-lite and slightly folkish with Johannessen crooning soulfully over deftly delivered ringing guitar arpeggios but then shifts into something more akin to a classic rock torch song when the bass and drums join the party, this is the song that triggered Desert Psychlist’s earlier Sergeant Thunderhoof comparison due to it having much the same anthemic qualities that “The Hoof” exhibited on their last two studio albums. Lastly we have title track “Olympus Mons” and like this EP’s opening track “Behold, This Mountain” this track, an instrumental, boasts a majestic and expansive feel with exquisite guitar interplay supported by a deliciously seductive backdrop of liquid bass and sympathetically pitched drumming, a beautifully structured piece of music that’s only failing is its brevity. 


      The Big Rip’s “Olympus Mons” is a phenomenal EP from what is a frankly quite phenomenal band. If there has to be a criticism levelled at this extraordinarily well crafted and superbly structured collection of music it would be that at only four songs the listener is left feeling a little short-changed, that said “Olympus Mons” is still a release one would fully expect to make many peoples end of the year “best of” lists, it is that good!
    Check it out ….. 

    © 2025 Frazer Jones
  • THE BIG RIP ~ OLYMPUS MONS … review

     

    Norway’s The Big Rip, featuring Danny Valle Johannessen (vocals), Eivind Dalevoll (guitar), Ole Jørgen Kjørholt (guitar), Mats Bredesen (bass), and Simen Lunde (drums), defy easy categorization, their sound being a dynamic mix of progressive/post-metal, and heavy rock decorated with powerfully melodic vocals that possess a soulful edginess. Some have already compared Big Rip’s sound to that of bands like Elder, Witchcraft, and King Buffalo and although Desert Psychlist does not disagree with these comparisons we tend to think their music leans somewhat a little closer to that of UK’s Sergeant Thunderhoof in that its prog elements come from a more classic rock angle.. The band have just recently released their second EP, “Olympus Mons,” the follow up to their well-received debut EP “Order of the Goatlord.”, a release we believe is a must-hear for ALL fans of expansive, spacious and rocking prog/post-metal.


    Opening song “Behold, This Mountain” sets the tone for the rest of the EP, a song that starts from fairly humble beginnings and slowly swells  in intensity and volume to become something just as majestic and imposing as the edifice mentioned in its title with lilting eastern flavoured motifs sharing space with heavy reverberating riffage around powerfully delivered vocals that possess a crooned soulful quality. Next up is “KAKTUS“, this song boasts a slightly more strident and stoner(ish) groove to its predecessor but proves no less impactful for that. The guitar work of Dalevoll and Kjørholt is exemplary here, a fine blend of crunch and shimmer that is supported by an equally fine mix of power and restraint from the rhythm section of Bredesen and Lunde while Johannessen’s vocals are just other level in power depth and timbre. Third number “Kraken Mare” begins life prog-lite and slightly folkish with Johannessen crooning soulfully over deftly delivered ringing guitar arpeggios but then shifts into something more akin to a classic rock torch song when the bass and drums join the party, this is the song that triggered Desert Psychlist’s earlier Sergeant Thunderhoof comparison due to it having much the same anthemic qualities that “The Hoof” exhibited on their last two studio albums. Lastly we have title track “Olympus Mons” and like this EP’s opening track “Behold, This Mountain” this track, an instrumental, boasts a majestic and expansive feel with exquisite guitar interplay supported by a deliciously seductive backdrop of liquid bass and sympathetically pitched drumming, a beautifully structured piece of music that’s only failing is its brevity. 


      The Big Rip’s “Olympus Mons” is a phenomenal EP from what is a frankly quite phenomenal band. If there has to be a criticism levelled at this extraordinarily well crafted and superbly structured collection of music it would be that at only four songs the listener is left feeling a little short-changed, that said “Olympus Mons” is still a release one would fully expect to make many peoples end of the year “best of” lists, it is that good!
    Check it out ….. 

    © 2025 Frazer Jones
  • WITCHRIDER ~ METAMORPH …. review

    Read any review of an album or EP by Austria’s Witchrider and you can almost guarantee that somewhere in that review a reference to Queens of the Stone Age will crop up and no doubt we at Desert Psychlist will be doing the same during the course of our review of the band s latest EP “Metamorph“. The reason for that is not because Witchrider have specifically set out to capture a similar musical vibe to Josh Homme’s band of ragamuffins it is just that the two bands mine similar musical fields. Like QOTSA Witchrider are not afraid to step outside of the riff over a riff over another riff blueprint followed by so many bands in this scene and are willing to experiment with elements that are a little more accessible and dare we say it radio friendly while still being able to remain true to their fuzz rock roots. This approach has remained consistent throughout the bands existence, from their self titled debut EP  “Witchrider” through 2014’s “Unmountable Stairs” to 2020’s “Electric Storm” Witchrider have never having fallen into the trap of trying to get by on the strength of just a good guitar refrain, these guys put as much thought into their melodies, their lyrics and their dynamics as they do the tones of their fuzz pedals and on their latest EP, “Metamorph” (Fuzzorama Records) they manage take that approach to a whole other level. 


    “Used To Be A King” opens “Metamorph” and although you can immediately recognise the song as being a Witchrider composition there are subtle differences to be found, the songs overall sound is a little more rounded, the guitar tones a touch more crunchier and caustic and the vocals a touch crisper. The song admittedly does wear its QOTSA influences on its sleeve but then it has been five years since the bands last release and its totally understandable that the band would want to give their fans a reminder of where the bands roots still lay. Second number “Sound of the Presidents” is an intriguing mix of bluesiness and alternative rockiness with vocals that lean towards wearied and melancholic, there is also an element of doominosity at play here which adds nicely to the songs overall wistful feel. “Hold My Mind” follows and although musically a little bit more upbeat than its predecessor, with great drumming and deft bass work supporting swooning guitar textures and a superb vocal melody, the song nonetheless shares a similar downbeat outlook on the world lyrically. Witchrider return to QOTSA territory for the stoner-ish and slightly grungy “Safe to Say” then catapult into alternative waters for the absolutely superb “Wake Me Up” a song that also carries in its musical undercarriage a little post-punkishness. Final number “Alive (Extended)” is a slightly laid back tome with a mix of acoustic and electric guitars underscored by liquid bass and subtle drumming that reminds Desert Psychlist, in places, of Stone Temple Pilots at their more languid and off-centred.


    It is SO good to have Witchrider back in the saddle and firing on all cylinders again, especially with an EP of  the quality “Metamorph” exhibits. If you are looking for music that is a little bit grungy and stoner(ish) and that mixes QOTSA like quirkiness with Foo Fighters like accessibility then these are the guys you should be listening to.
    Check ’em out…..

    © 2025 Frazer Jones
  • WITCHRIDER ~ METAMORPH …. review

    Read any review of an album or EP by Austria’s Witchrider and you can almost guarantee that somewhere in that review a reference to Queens of the Stone Age will crop up and no doubt we at Desert Psychlist will be doing the same during the course of our review of the band s latest EP “Metamorph“. The reason for that is not because Witchrider have specifically set out to capture a similar musical vibe to Josh Homme’s band of ragamuffins it is just that the two bands mine similar musical fields. Like QOTSA Witchrider are not afraid to step outside of the riff over a riff over another riff blueprint followed by so many bands in this scene and are willing to experiment with elements that are a little more accessible and dare we say it radio friendly while still being able to remain true to their fuzz rock roots. This approach has remained consistent throughout the bands existence, from their self titled debut EP  “Witchrider” through 2014’s “Unmountable Stairs” to 2020’s “Electric Storm” Witchrider have never having fallen into the trap of trying to get by on the strength of just a good guitar refrain, these guys put as much thought into their melodies, their lyrics and their dynamics as they do the tones of their fuzz pedals and on their latest EP, “Metamorph” (Fuzzorama Records) they manage take that approach to a whole other level. 


    “Used To Be A King” opens “Metamorph” and although you can immediately recognise the song as being a Witchrider composition there are subtle differences to be found, the songs overall sound is a little more rounded, the guitar tones a touch more crunchier and caustic and the vocals a touch crisper. The song admittedly does wear its QOTSA influences on its sleeve but then it has been five years since the bands last release and its totally understandable that the band would want to give their fans a reminder of where the bands roots still lay. Second number “Sound of the Presidents” is an intriguing mix of bluesiness and alternative rockiness with vocals that lean towards wearied and melancholic, there is also an element of doominosity at play here which adds nicely to the songs overall wistful feel. “Hold My Mind” follows and although musically a little bit more upbeat than its predecessor, with great drumming and deft bass work supporting swooning guitar textures and a superb vocal melody, the song nonetheless shares a similar downbeat outlook on the world lyrically. Witchrider return to QOTSA territory for the stoner-ish and slightly grungy “Safe to Say” then catapult into alternative waters for the absolutely superb “Wake Me Up” a song that also carries in its musical undercarriage a little post-punkishness. Final number “Alive (Extended)” is a slightly laid back tome with a mix of acoustic and electric guitars underscored by liquid bass and subtle drumming that reminds Desert Psychlist, in places, of Stone Temple Pilots at their more languid and off-centred.


    It is SO good to have Witchrider back in the saddle and firing on all cylinders again, especially with an EP of  the quality “Metamorph” exhibits. If you are looking for music that is a little bit grungy and stoner(ish) and that mixes QOTSA like quirkiness with Foo Fighters like accessibility then these are the guys you should be listening to.
    Check ’em out…..

    © 2025 Frazer Jones
  • PSYTHØN ~ BAPTIZED IN BONG WATER ….. review

     

    Psythøn, Jacob Sennese, David Johnson and Andy Georgiev, hail from Chicago, Illinois and have just released their debut album “Baptized in Bong Water“, a must have release for those who like their grooves both heavy and acidic.

    First out of the bag comes “Scorched Earth“, the song starts in a wave of dissonant guitar noise then is joined by the drums and bass in a groove that is constantly switching back and forth between thrash-like stridency and doomic lethargy beneath a vocal that chronicles man’s/earth’s demise in harsh maniacal tones. “Quetzal Hostilis” follows and finds the band alternating between a low’n’slow stoner doom groove and one of a more mid tempo proto doomic meter around vocals that are a mixture of clean harsh and guttural, what really catches the ear though is the searing guitar solos which cut through the murky miasma of different dooms like a hot knife through butter. Third number “Crack (H)orse” is quite the departure from what has gone before, there is a funk element to be found here and it’s the fucked up twisted sort of funkiness that 70’s funksters Parliament/Funkadelic would sometimes toy with in their live shows, the vocals here are a relatively clean mixture of lead singing and shared harmonies but speckled with moments of punkish aggression. “Glass Highway/Baptized in Bong Water/Breath Of Life“, would seem, on the face of it, to be three different songs seamlessly stitched together, the first song a funky heavy psych and acid doom workout, the second a sludgy metallic driving song and the third a trippy tiptoe through the tulips, albeit tulips that are withered and dying. Final song, “Barbarian” changes direction so many times it is hard to keep track, one minute its funky and bluesy, next minute its crushing and sludgy and the next its walking a fine line between languid and chaotic, at all times though it is totally mesmerising.


    Psythøn make a noise on “Baptized in Bong Water” that is blend of sludgy doom and extremely weighty psych, it is not always a pretty noise and it is not always a particularly disciplined noise but damn is it an exciting one.
    Check it out … 

    © 2025 Frazer Jones

  • PSYTHØN ~ BAPTIZED IN BONG WATER ….. review

     

    Psythøn, Jacob Sennese, David Johnson and Andy Georgiev, hail from Chicago, Illinois and have just released their debut album “Baptized in Bong Water“, a must have release for those who like their grooves both heavy and acidic.

    First out of the bag comes “Scorched Earth“, the song starts in a wave of dissonant guitar noise then is joined by the drums and bass in a groove that is constantly switching back and forth between thrash-like stridency and doomic lethargy beneath a vocal that chronicles man’s/earth’s demise in harsh maniacal tones. “Quetzal Hostilis” follows and finds the band alternating between a low’n’slow stoner doom groove and one of a more mid tempo proto doomic meter around vocals that are a mixture of clean harsh and guttural, what really catches the ear though is the searing guitar solos which cut through the murky miasma of different dooms like a hot knife through butter. Third number “Crack (H)orse” is quite the departure from what has gone before, there is a funk element to be found here and it’s the fucked up twisted sort of funkiness that 70’s funksters Parliament/Funkadelic would sometimes toy with in their live shows, the vocals here are a relatively clean mixture of lead singing and shared harmonies but speckled with moments of punkish aggression. “Glass Highway/Baptized in Bong Water/Breath Of Life“, would seem, on the face of it, to be three different songs seamlessly stitched together, the first song a funky heavy psych and acid doom workout, the second a sludgy metallic driving song and the third a trippy tiptoe through the tulips, albeit tulips that are withered and dying. Final song, “Barbarian” changes direction so many times it is hard to keep track, one minute its funky and bluesy, next minute its crushing and sludgy and the next its walking a fine line between languid and chaotic, at all times though it is totally mesmerising.


    Psythøn make a noise on “Baptized in Bong Water” that is blend of sludgy doom and extremely weighty psych, it is not always a pretty noise and it is not always a particularly disciplined noise but damn is it an exciting one.
    Check it out … 

    © 2025 Frazer Jones