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Chelsea Wolfe – Abyss

I haven’t picked up a dark wave record in a long while. The last record that might come close is a Bauhaus collection, and that’s actually a goth record. Chelsea Wolfe’s Abyss is a great way for me to get back into the dark wave game. It’s a stunning, sexy, scary debut.

“Carrion Flowers” slides into your ears with bass and drums you might hear from the armies of Mordor as they cross the Misty Mountains. It grabs your attention and won’t let go. “Iron Moon” moves from Wolfe’s near-lullaby vocals to some of the heaviest doom metal riffs you’ve heard since your last trip to Norway. “Dragged Out” is a great title for the third track, as the bass and pace sound like some…thing dragging itself out of the primordial ooze to bellow at the moon. “Maw” opens with Wolfe’s Dario Argento film-style vocals before floating into a pretty space that reminds me of cathedrals and dust seen in the light through stained glass.

“Grey Days” introduces some cello to excellent effect and keeps the album from having too much low-end guitar as the main force behind Wolfe’s vocals. “After the Fall” could be about a fallen angel. It definitely belongs on the soundtrack to that new Lucifer show because it’s dark and brooding.

“Crazy Love” seems to be Ms. Wolfe’s tribute to Mazzy Star. Her vocals curl around the track like clove cigarette smoke and the instrumentation reminds me of a creaking haunted tall mast ship. “Simple Death” is another quietly disturbing, yet lovely track that shows off Wolfe’s vocal talents. It needs to be on the soundtrack for the Twin Peaks relaunch. “Survive” might be the most haunting song on the record. Wolfe’s vocals are often layered in reverb as the drums and synths build to ritualistic fervor.

“Color of Blood” pays tribute to another woman who has obviously influenced Ms. Wolfe – Siouxsie Sioux. The song is like a snake in a dark corner – dangerous, menacing, and mysterious. The title track closes the record, and it’s complete with creepy, slightly out of tune piano that’s right out of that creepy clown dream you have at least once a week.

The Abyss is a great name for the record, because it’s easy to fall into it and get lost. Wolfe has spoken openly about her struggle with sleep paralysis and how this record is her exploration of her affliction and dreams. It’s like pitching over the edge of the Marianas Trench – terrifying at first and then strangely peaceful as you let it consume you.

All Them Witches – Dying Surfer Meets His Maker

A friend of mine introduced me to All Them Witches (Ben McLeod – guitar, Michael Parks, Jr. – bass, vocals, guitar, Robby Staebler – drums, Allan Van Cleave – keyboards, violin) when she sent me their 2014 album Lightning at the Door and said, “I think you’ll like these guys.” I’m not sure if she thought I’d like them because their name involved witches and she figured that would go along with my love of old horror movies or if their psychedelic desert rock would intrigue me. She was right on both accounts.

Their new album, the intriguingly titled Dying Surfer Meets His Maker, rises and ebbs like waves and can easily lull you into some sort of trance. The opener, “Call Me Star,” builds to an almost menacing drone and slips right into “El Centro,” which is over eight minutes of psychedelic greatness. McLeod pulls in riffs that could’ve been used in Alejandro Jodorowsky’s Dune movie if it had ever been made. Van Cleave’s synths add a touch of weird playfulness that is somewhat disturbing (in a good way), Parks’ bass sounds like a ghost, and Staebler beats his kit like it will power a rocket launch.

“Dirt Preachers” is the first single off the record. It starts with a weird bass dirge and then moves out at a pace best suited for late night high speed driving. It has a great Led Zeppelin-like breakdown in the middle that is outstanding. “This Is Where It Falls Apart” might be about a relationship. The blues harmonica, sad drums, and distant vocals seem to relate that something is coming to an end, but it may be the end of this reality for all I know. The track is like a half-awake dream.

“Mellowing” lives up to its title, and McLeod’s work on it is excellent. Van Cleave is all over “Open Passageways” with spooky synths and even better violin work that makes the track sound like something you’d hear on a Scottish moor just before a banshee steps out of a tree next to you. “Instrumental 2 (Welcome to the Caveman Future)” would be great for a live-action Thundarr the Barbarian movie considering the title and how it drifts from thudding rock to mystical tones. “Talisman” sounds like a mix of Black Rebel Motorcycle Club and the Jesus and Mary Chain.

The closer is “Blood and Sand / Milk and Endless Waters.” I have a feeling the first half is war-themed, with the second half being the images seen by a wounded or dying soldier on a stormed beach. It’s definitely trippy enough for that.

This is a great way to start off your psychedelic music collection for 2016. All Them Witches are about to take off on a tour of Europe for the spring. Catch them if you can. They’ve moved up high on my list.

Keep your mind open.

Motorhead – Bad Magic

Motorhead’s excellent, final, and much-needed new album, Bad Magic, opens with Lemmy Kilmister yelling “Victory or die!” It’s tempting to feel weird or sad upon hearing this, knowing Lemmy will never grace us with his gravely growl again, but after this the album proceeds to take off and blast you back into your chair. I imagine it isn’t much different than being the passenger in a nitro-burning funny car tearing off the line. You don’t have time to be morose.

“Thunder & Lightning” needs to be on the soundtrack of the next Mad Max movie because it sounds like something that would blare from the cassette deck of a War Boy’s car. Phil Campbell’s guitar seamlessly blends metal shredding with punk rock chugging. “Fire Storm Hotel” sounds like it could’ve been recorded twenty years ago, as the band has lost nothing in all this time. Kilmister’s bass groove on it is particularly good.

“Shoot Out All of Your Lights” reminds you that Mikkey Dee is one of the best drummers alive. I’m sure Dave Grohl considered breaking his drumsticks upon hearing it because Master Mikkey schools every rock drummer alive on this track.

Want some doom in your metal? Don’t worry, because Motorhead brings you “The Devil,” and I have to wonder if Campbell got the riff from the gentleman named in it because it is so damn good. “Electricity” and “Evil Eye” are two rockers under three minutes long and remind us of Motorhead’s craftsmanship. You come in, you do the job well, and you get out.

“Teach Them How to Bleed” could be Motorhead’s battle cry to all the pretenders trying to take the metal crown from them. Campbell’s guitar work on it sounds like he had a blast laying down the riffs and they are some of the most sizzling on the whole record. It’s so scalding that the slow build of the next track, “Till the End,” is a bit jarring. Kilmister sings on this rock ballad that he’s the “last one you can trust until the end.” I believe him. Did he or Motorhead ever let us down? In fact, the next track is called “Tell Me Who to Kill,” so Motorhead again went above and beyond the call of duty for us. Kilmister’s bass on this is both powerful and menacing, just as you want it to be.

“Choking on Your Screams” is the creepiest track on the record. Kilmister sounds like he’s singing from a dark pit, Campbell plays like he’s heralding the arrival of an elder god, and Dee’s beats are like machine gun fire from the shoulders of a giant robot smashing London. “We are your masters. We feel no remorse. You have no chance against us,” Kilmister sings. Again, are you listening metal-wannabe bands?

The band ventures a bit into arena rock with “When the Sky Comes Looking for You,” but I’m not sure an arena could hold this track as it soars high on Campbell’s guitar and then pounds you with some of Dee’s hardest drumming and Kilmister’s most punishing bass.

If Motorhead was to cover the Rolling Stones, which song do you think they’d pick? That’s right, “Sympathy for the Devil.” It is, as you might expect, outstanding. Dee’s primal drumming kicks Campbell’s hot-as-Cerberus’-breath guitar into high gear and Kilmister’s vocals sound like they were recorded during a strange ritual held in a mausoleum. It’s the best cover song I’ve heard in years.

This is also the best metal album I’ve heard in years. Bad Magic deserves to be ranked high among Motorhead’s other records and is a great send-off for Lemmy. All of us should dream of creating something this powerful at age 70.