Following the runaway success of Lords of
Bastard’s self-titled debut album, subsequent excesses saw several members
of the band succumb to the gout and rheumatism that have cut-short so many
rock and roll careers. It was necessary then to recruit new apostles,
men similarly dedicated to the search for the mysterious, mystical
properties of ‘tone’, in order that the mission could begin anew… During
this period of transformation, Lords have had the honour of playing to
restless audiences who were really waiting for Karma To Burn, Baroness,
Stinking Lizaveta and Fu Manchu.
And now, finally, a thousand face-palms
and a blood-letting ceremony or two have given birth to nine tracks of
truly haunting gibberish. The meaning, the message, that lies within such
songs as ‘Eggs Any Style’ and ‘Fourth Dimensional Hand Gesture (John)’, can
perhaps only truly be understood in the twisted heart of the listener. A
quote from Francis Rossi best conveys the clawing fear and the tinge of
hope at the centre of ‘Cuddles’, “it is a tale told by an idiot, full of
sound and fury, signifying nothing.”
Lords of Bastard have returned with an
advanced alloy of riffage and space-noises that will climb inside your
ears and do unspeakable things… -press release-
-Review-
Lords of Bastard's sophomore album, simply titled "Cuddles" is an amalgamation of stoner rock, post rock, and sludge with creepy keyboard passages thrown in. Sounding like the Melvins riding piggyback on Mr. Bungle. Heavy enough to keep me interested, weird and unexpected enough to keep me coming back for more. It took a few listens to really get my head around this, and will take a few more just to hear everything that's going on here. An odd album for sure, but refreshingly so. I dig it. Available in either digital download or compact disc on Bandcamp
-Adam-
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