I would imagine if you follow this here snazzy blogazine, you will relate to what I'm about to say. I like the metal guitar & drum sound, metal studio production, the technical standards of metal, and maybe even the ripping, cool, press photos, of dudes holding invisible crystal balls, while howling at the moon in corpse paint, all out metalized. But at the end of the day I'm sorta cheesed out by metal's habit of rehashing the music.
Enter Montreal's
The Great Sabatini! If you relate to the above, this band is for you. All the good stuff about metal (unfortunately no sick warlock press photos...), minus the stock metal riffs recycled from 1980. It is a fact that
The Great Sabatini rips it up with craftiness through band-wide poly rhythm, inventive, flowing drums, and throaty in-the-mix vocals that share a spot with the instruments instead of dominating your attention, so as to not ruin the wicked riffs. These dudes cover some ground in the mood department too, spanning doomy gloom trough to driving and anthemic. I have a feeling that if you dig on earlier
Mastodon and the better
Today Is The Day stuff, you'll enjoy ripping it to
The Great Sabatini.
The Great Sabatini is all set to release
Sad Parade Of Yesterdays. It's 12 jams deep and being supported out of the gate with the band taking a jaunt across Ontario in July. See them in Toronto on Wednesday, July, 8th, at the
Smiling Buddha.
These three
exclusive tracks on the players are a
first listen of hot jams from
Sad Parade Of Yesterdays. Track names are as follows and in order:
Album Track 3 >
RobotsAlbum Track 5 >
Lincoln Continental BreakfastAlbum Track 10 >
Birth Of The CruelTop image/ illustration ::
http://www.myspace.com/thegreatsabatini
Not one to give it up easy, Hey Predator!, play aggressive pop, melodies jumping frantically while they work their way into your head. As as a six-piece should, Hey Predator!, layer their hooks on top of each other; in one bar you will hear what could easily be three different songs blended, shaken and stirred until ready to simmer and eventually boil over. But before they get too out-there, too music school cool, too pretentious, they pull it back and make sure it's having fun. Wailing, shrieking energy gives way to slinky grooves played with precision; each note sounding deliberate yet spontaneous. A relatively new band, Hey Predator! promise ten tonnes of quality tune-age for those who still grieve the loss of Dilute, Volta Do Mar, Q And Not U, et al.
