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| The Electric Dunes of Titan |
Now there's a group of people, yes people instead of Englishmen, because Carol Celeveland was a defacto member along with being a woman, and she and Terry Gilliam were Americans.
(It really freaked me out when I learned that Carol Cleveland wasn't British by the way.)
What made the Pythons so amazing was their ability to basically do anything required of them in comedy. Monologues, musicals, feature films, surreal sketches, long form sketches, and at least forty seven other things that have been left out.
But in the end, even though they used every single tool in the Light Entertainment Department of the BBC and often times their work had nothing to do with what they'd done last time, it always rang true as Monty Python, even if the quality may have been lacking.
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| Motherslug |
Let's begin at the beginning.
Motherslug is heavy, boy.
They're slow and plodding. They're the America Bruce McCulloch described in the song, America.
Their toolbox has a goodly number of hammers, socket wrenches, and ratchets.
Motherslug never leave the not so clearly defined sub-genre of Doom Metal.
If we were to think of Doom as a complex were each room (genre) has a door that leads into its closest comparable...and Motherslug was in that complex...
It would be nigh impossible to find them because they never linger. They are a meandering band in search of the perfect song. Like some of the greatest examples in the musical lexicon, they're more than willing to attempt its creation in a myriad of ways.
Think of Metallica, Jimi Hendrix, and yes even Black Sabbath. Those bands had a style, but they didn't have a specific method.
After hearing this record, it's impossible to withstand the temptation to simply play it again.
Follow them...they may not know where they're going, but it's one helluva ride.
Release: 10/31/17
Genre: Doom Metal
Label: DIY
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