Joined: Mon Nov 01, 2004 7:37 pm Posts: 5501 Location: Threadkill, CA
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Been reading a lot about these guys, Shrinebuilder & Sleepy Sun, but haven't heard them yet. Just dl'd them today, finally & I'll take them home to listen. Maybe some folks in here will like them. Shrinebuilder. The Obelisk, easily one of the very best stonerrock related blogs has reviewed Shrinebuilder’s self-titled debut album:
It’s hard not to feel like you’re standing in the presence of greatness when listening to Shrinebuilder’s self-titled debut (Neurot), and likewise difficult to separate the music from those making it. In that way I’d liken the experience to hearing Nola by Down for the first time and trying to pick out who wrote which riff, only in the case of Shrinebuilder, the personalities involved are even more distinct and with all four members adding vocals, it’s easier to imagine the individual contributions’ origins.
A band comprised of Scott Kelly (Neurosis) and Scott “Wino” Weinrich (The Obsessed, The Hidden Hand, Wino) on guitar, Al Cisneros (OM, Sleep) on bass and Dale Crover (Melvins, Altamont) on drums, there was no way Shrinebuilder wasn’t going to be good, and so the anticipation for the five-track offering has moved from excited to feral over the course of the last year.
As an album, Shrinebuilder meets every expectation head on and melds the different styles of Kelly, Wino, Cisneros and Crover so that there is a flow from song to song sounding natural and direct. When album opener, ‘Solar Benediction’, kicks off with Wino and Kelly trading vocals, the energy in the recording is driving, powerful and only made stronger by the back and forth musical conversation of the players.Sleepy Sun. ‘Let’s Get Weird’ is the talismanic phrase with which San Francisco six-piece Sleepy Sun send forth their psychedelic jam-train. Unfortunately, citing horticulture, pizza and Neil Young as key inspirations screams ‘stoned, stinking hippies’. But this debut reveals a band who emerge from behind the shoulder of Black Mountain and the curvature of Earth to illuminate the Dead Meadow with some deranged and fresh ideas of their own. The great ‘om’ begins with ‘New Age’, a sprawling piece that cocks a snook at beady meditation in favour of some end times fire-and-brimstone noise. Yet Sleepy Sun are at their best when they revel in both light and dark, unleashing throatily riffing guitars to disrupt pastoral interludes. ‘Sleepy Son’ is like encountering a randy grizzly during a hike through a peaceful valley heady with the scent of eucalyptus. Similarly their ‘White Dove’ might eventually bring the olive branch of peaceful acoustica, but that’s only after a chaos of angrily clattering cymbals and militarised guitars lay waste to their verdant surroundings. Weak-minded souls beware, for this isn’t the warm patchouli stick you might at first expect.
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