The English stoner quartet Nuns Of The Tundra released the single Dead In The Desert on the 7th.
Nuns Of The Tundra – Dead In The Desert – artwork
There has been just one change in the line-up – Jim Smith joining on bass and replacing Callum Croft since Nuns Of The Tundra last appeared, in 2014.
Dead In The Desert (available on bandcamp) has a darker and more psilocybin mushroom feel than last featured with pace having considerably slowed, allowing for a more spacious soundscape.
A prominent bass gives the track a dark presence through which the two guitars intertwine like coloured candles dripping wax in to a melting pool resulting in a kaleidoscopic array of sound, while the percussion affords Dead In The Dark a continual flowing presence as the vocal drifts, unhurriedly, in out and of focus.
I merely hope it is prior to 2020 that I get back to the Nuns Of The Tundra.
The English stoner band Inevitable Daydream released the LP I Will Get To The Sky On These Strong Legs today.
Inevitable Daydream – I Will Get To The Sky On These Strong Legs – artwork
Probably best to block out a few hours recovery time before hitting play as, akin to the band name, there is an Inevitable Daydream that will linger far longer than the composition.
Sludgy psychedelia muddies the thought processes as the fourth of the ten tracks on the album (available on bandcamp) Deep Green revolves through the mind in bending chords and meandering directions of travel.
The US stoner band Bootsnake And The Girl release their eponymous LP on the 7th of March.
Bootsnake And The Girl – eponymous LP – artwork
Having had the opportunity to wander through the roughly twenty six minutes, seven track album, my advice is merely cancel anything else you had planned for the day as the grimy, frayed denim tempts the listener to join in with the party.
The first track to surface from the album – the opener Love It, Hate It only demands your own personalised air guitar to enjoy it to fullest extent.
Nuns Of The Tundra from Malvern in England is the stoner rock quartet of Arran Davies (Guitar), Callum Croft (Bass), Melos Moody (Drums) and Troy Tittley (Vocals / Guitar).
Nuns Of The Tundra
The clefts of barren space at the end of each bar by Nuns Of Tundra keeps the heart in a state of constriction as the hurtling sounds flail across the room. It is the sublime sharp edged stutters of sound which are played superbly by the quartet that raises this way above the bar and I am minded of watching a perfectly skimmed stone bouncing across the water into the distance and the personal joy of counting each set of ripples which a deft flick of the wrist and the ideal selection from the water-front elicits.
Unlike me, the quartet having learnt their craft do not then immediately reach for the biggest rock in the fond conviction that this will work too as they pursue tracks which take the listener on a grungy weave of guitar and perfectly balanced bass, whilst percussion is given room to grind cleaving axes of tempestuousness, to which the vocal precariously straddles the path between the intemperate considerations and ties the whole thing together with a sound you just want to keep hearing.
I have much time for the way that Nuns Of The Tundra are able to sharply cleave the stanzas, whilst maintaining a flowing undercurrent of sound, not an easy feat. Recently formed this is a quartet you can expect to hear much more of in short order if there is any justice in the music industry, but we both know there isn’t, so I can only offer my support and trust you will too.
From Bloomington in the USA emerge Miss Mess, John Dawson, Tyler Damon, Mike Anderson and Will Staler who coalesce to the stoner rock band Thee Open Sex.
Thee Open Sex
Pouring out the material, in the same vein as a bootlegger distils potato skins, Thee Open Sex deliver sounds of cloud which billow to the ceiling prior to descending on the audience.
Ever obfuscated behind claudication, nonetheless the ears capture the evocations. The simple structures are embellished with fractures which demand investigation as the quintet provide a sound-track of ever eviscerating profundity. Thee Open Sex are not seeking to repurpose fire, rather to add the the embers, which they achieve admirably with songs that excoriate the white hot logs in searing tracks which singe the ears.
Whilst striking the heart of the listener with vaguely directed darts, equally Thee Open Sex proffer a helping hand as their material swhirls in an ever unreachable tangents. I am somehow reminded of the legend of Excalibur, the more I listen, the more I hear an aural composite of The Lady Of The Lake.
I look forward to hearing an update to their eponymous seven track release of a year ago.