| But surely you are sick to death of hearing about stoner rock. Everybody’s got a stoner rock band now; the Queens of the Stone Age get a little video airplay and suddenly everybody likes Mudhoney (whose new one is pretty damned great, by the way). What can I say about Electric Wizard that a hundred critics haven’t already said about a dozen less-deserving stoner rock bands? They are heavier than their peers. They are locked into the logic of the drone, which is more dynamic than its most conservative proponents will admit but more prescriptive than its hard-partying hangers-on would like. They remind me of the Dead C but I can’t quite tell you how because they sound almost nothing like them. When they break out the piano and the strings on the fifth song it makes me wish I could supervise the release of a new print of The Omen with an alternate soundtrack. In black & white. And with no end-credits. I love movies with no end-credits. |
