Warlocks, The - Heavy Deavy Skull Lover (CD) Cover Art

Warlocks, The - Heavy Deavy Skull Lover (CD)

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Origin: USA
Released: 2007
Catalog number: TPE-082
Features 2 songs not found on the vinyl version!

It doesn’t get much darker than this. Continuing on with their quest for a personal vision of druggy, droned-out psych rock, The Warlocks are back as a quartet. They may be half the band they once were (in number), but their sound has become more of a forceful, epic death dance than ever. They’ve torn away any veneer of radio friendliness and exchanged it for thunderous, zombified dirges and lengthy, cathartic 60’s trips. Though the hooks are few, a whispered, winding track like “So Paranoid” produces a lingering glow. This song is perhaps the red, pulsing core of the album, with other key tracks like opener “The Valley of Death” or the meditative “Dreamless Days” the strange, sadly romantic and experimental outer limits. The disc’s title says it all.

The strength of The Warlocks comes in its ability to revel in black light psychedelia without indulging in the brooding atmosphere so often associated with it. If your girlfriend just dumped you, you’ll find little comfort here, but certainly look to immerse yourself in androgynous good times, as Bowie fans come of age, and Radiohead fans take a step back from pretentiousness.

For someone like myself who has never dabbled in any psychedelic drugs before, this is probably the closest I'll ever get to that experience in my lifetime. The songs on this album take their glorious time getting going, such as the full two-minutes of droning guitar passages that precede the full band on the song "Slip Beneath" or the shuddering epic "Moving Mountains," which goes from a thinly plucked acoustic guitar line to full-fledged sonic assault in just under 11 minutes. In a sense, it's an album that kicks against every modern day musical ideal that has shackled how artists choose to express themselves nowadays. This is not a record that fits into the schema of an iPod shuffle, or a ringtone or meant to be heard for 45 seconds on a friend's MySpace page. It's organic music that grows with a methodical brilliance, building landscapes of sound that will take your breath away if you are willing to slow down and allow it to do so.