Release
date: December 11th 2015. Label: Kozmik Artifactz Released. Format:
DD/Vinyl
Morning
Light – Tracklisting
Cosmic
vagabond
Tinned
up & fuzzed out
Black
woman
’69
Chump
change
Band
Members:
Bill
Fisher - Bass/Vocals
Marty
Fisher - Guitar/Vocals
Kev
Richardson - Drums
Review:
Mammothwing
are bounty hunters of the blues who combine all the great sounds of
the psychedelic 60's, stoned 70's and doom heaviness of today. They
exact justice on the finicky amateurs and lay waste to the conundrum
bands in prevalence throughout cyberspace. Each song is a successful
experiment in blue noise. The powerful and rich production provides
dual purpose in being able to haul one into the cataclysmic maelstrom
of a live setting and secrete one into the warm intimate vibes of the
home studio. Either way you will either wrestle with a monster
catfish or sink into its egg populated mud bed. The album cover draws
temptation for compensated reward. If this EP is any indication, you
better reserve some room in your library in order to meet the demand
of a future LP.
This
album is sure to wake up the sheepish saloon types congregated on
barstools staring at the drunk piano men who warm their elbows in
lukewarm beer and soggy pretzels. The true patron of extreme music
will empty their ale on the hay littered floor, spit their loose
teeth in the vacant jug and modestly keep in time by rattling the
makeshift maraca.
The
guitar tone is fluid, not unlike volcanic lava and it is heavy as a
freight train. Fisher reigns in the guitar like a wild mustang
dangerously close to chaos and generates one of the most beautiful
guitar tones I've ever heard. The vocal chords are covered in
molasses and broken mirrors. Blue notes swirl out of all the
instruments. Even the voice is organized around the structure of the
blues. The band’s chemistry is fine-tuned and the resultant album
reminds you how influential the blues are, as well as, how essential
the blues are as a fundamental music form. To put it succinctly, this
is a true well worn belt buckle triumph for the blues. Now for the
tunes…
Cosmic
Vagabond – The first track begins with a shimmer, followed by the
clamour of an old-fashioned smash ending that clears your head before
the launch that cooks up the dials affixed to your now sensitive
earholes. The song is slow, distorted, heavy doom that is just as
monstrous and grisly as the vocal portions. The mid section of this
track consists of a pure tavern atmosphere complete with guitar
trills, bass warbles and portly drums. The final portion of the song
is a heavy bookend similar to the introduction.
Tinned
Up and Fuzzed Out – This track traverses through a stoned blue fog,
delivering a sincere restoration of the blues on guitar, bass and
drums. The lyrics meld in ample return. Most will wish to take a
long peek inside what must be a most coveted fuzz box. The conclusion
provides a ricochet of sound not unlike several aged bullets shot
into a large block of hardening lard.
Black
Woman – On this particular song, the band has poured a russet
figure composed of obsidian heft riffage, adorned it with the finest
soft fabric melodies and erected it upon our storefront minds. The
guitar is showcased through bends, trills, mutes, echoes, slides and
other noises. I hear the torture of Zappa, but none of the humor. It
is pure cobalt conviction. You will adore the contrast from subdued
watercolor grace of wistful melody to extreme finger painting style
of braised metal that is superbly bridged by this madcap trio. I can
only assume that the guitar body creaked under the strain of coaxing
each note from the strings on the fret board. The vocal passages move
from dreamy soft expression to heavyweight devastation. There is a
feeling that these journeymen of sound can negotiate the delicate
balance of handling a crate of decomposing dynamite that is leaking
nitro glycerine and successfully deliver it to its explosive
detonation site, resulting in a satisfying pin-wheel finale. This
band will be forever known for this particular song, for it is
immortal.
'69
– I’m sure there was a blue haze glowing from the amp tubes on
this performance. The singing is so real you can hear the actual
tension through the consequential cracks of the vocal cords. All the
instruments converge into the electric grid, which produces one fused
current of pure rock blues. This pure mojo sounds like it could be
from a bunch of laid off roadhouse performers hurled onto the streets
of Baltimore and living to tell about it.
Chump
Change –This song is a smoked sausage made from heavy rock blues
circa 1973, grinded up with burdened vocals and woolly fuzz. Drop
some money in the poor box, you eavesdropping cheapskates...
I
haven’t shaved all week…or bathed either. I was too busy making a
new distortion pedal out of my old coffee pot. My poor hound has a
sore throat from howling all day. This is easily one of my desert
plain top 5 albums of the year…a dead on balls centre bullseye.
Thanks
to Mammothwing, it's ok to love the blues again…
Words
by Nick Palmisano
Thanks
to Kozmik Artifactz for the promo. Morning Light will be available to
buy form December 11th 2015 on CD/DD/Vinyl via KozmikArtifactz
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