Sometimes
all you need is one really great riff. If everything else
is in place, sometimes it doesn't even need to be that
great a riff. "Predator" sports an ominous moog
riff that sounds like it fell out of Jon Lord's pockets
only to spend the following 30 years fossilised in raw
sewage. In the wrong hands (say, Black Rebel Motorcycle
Club's) it could be used to harness eye-wateringly retrograde
tedium with sulky expertise.
Thankfully, this riff has fallen into the right three pairs of hands. These hands
belong collectively to Pittsburg's Modey Lemon, who pour such frenzied abandon
and distress on top of that single riff that, somehow, the "loud... louder...
REALLY LOUD!!" formula sounds as fresh and invigorating as it ever did.
The influences stand loud and proud (early Sabbath melodies, Keith Moon's frenetic
drum assault, prime Deep Purple's moog-y menace), but are largely beside the
point. For while the style (screamy garage rock, basically) may not exactly be
thin on the ground right now, there are simply no other bands out there right
now, in any genre, who are managing to sound as deliriously wild as this lot.
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