Wilco : Believe it or not, but autumn and eventually winter, is coming again. Time for shitty weather and the accompanying homely cosiness. Whether you play a game of UNO around the table or find another reason to hate eachother; a cup of snert belongs to it. What? Snert, it is what it sounds like. A green, moist, Dutch delight of which you hope you will never get to learn the ingredients. No need to do so, because our mothers make it. Snert, that was the first dish I had to think about when listening to this American album. You know, such a big pan of green sludge, boiling and squeaking.
This album sounds as if such a pan of soup thunders mercilessly on the freshly polished floor of the kitchen. And as the sounds that make you inner conduits when you've eaten too much of it.
The fan of so-called vacuum cleaner, blubber death metal such as Iniquity, Disembowelment etc know exactly what I am talking about. Yet it is not just a succession of gruff sounds, accompanied by crazy guitars and even sharper drums. That is the main ingredient of this soup, but fortunately there is something more. Something, not so much. So very occasionally I hear a nice lead and sometimes even a solo. The vocals are limited to an unintelligible growl and roar, and that is where the big criticism lies. Apart from the fact that the vocals do not have any form of variation in terms of sound, there is also no structure, melody or emotion (what? Hahaha!). Indeed, this is such a band that does not need any lyrics at all.
Despite the good sound and the proper control of the instruments, this is not for me. I think the enthusiast of this genre thinks differently, by the way.