The future of the blues. Death rattle poetry dipped heavy in the deep, dark, thick batter of sonic hell, I don't think I've been this excited about a musical find in a long time. This is The Gun Club meets Sonic Youth and The Cramps if Jeffrey Lee Pierce had foreseen his ill-fate a year before his untimely death and had time to construct his magnum opus.
From the very first track, Grim Reaper Blues we're ensnared with intrigue by the nefarious ambient strings that creep in and then like spiked lashings we're knocked out by the enormity and desperation of this guitar. Once the initial shock and excitement of this epic track settles in, the banshee wail of Guy Blakeslee knocks us in the back of the head and off our feet once again. And the record continues as such, relentlessly surprising us with its ferocity. Its a big sound and very ambitious piece, working string arrangements, violin, and even sitar into the mix with a very big result. It's an otherworldly experience. The music transcends the feel of a modest band laying down blues licks and brings forth visuals of the darkness swimming about in blakeslee's head. All his work previous was child's play. I wonder if this album has been on his mind all along or if it just bubbled over restlessly. Regardless, it's absolutely enthralling.
The Entrance outfit seems to be shrouded in mystery. Not much at all can be found in the way of news or tour information, it truly seems to be a vehicle of ambition and whim for Blakeslee, releasing music when he wants and however he wants. More power to the fellow, it makes his career all the more captivating.
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