I thought I'd follow up CCR with a band that really is from the Bayou.
This is true, literal heavy metal. I mean heavy in a "walking through a sludgy swamp in dense fog while wearing shoes made of steel and carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders" heavy.
Odd Fellow's Rest is an album to listen to in the darkest of times or in the angriest of moods. It's slow moving, in a trudging kind of way, and listening to it makes you feel as if you're in one of those dreams where you are trying to get away from a monster and you want to run, but your legs are moving so slow, you're doing a half crawl, half walk while this hideous monster gains on you.
It's in Kirk Windstein's deep, despaired, anger from the soul vocals. It's in the slow churn of bass. It's almost beautiful in an odd, disturbing way and as much as I love Odd Fellow's Rest, I can only listen to it in small doses, lest I venture back emotionally to what made me grab onto this sound in the first place.
Favorite song: Planets Collide (I really think this one of the heaviest song you will ever hear) Official site Side note: The current guitarist for Crowbar is the son of Barry Gibb.
This is an album by album review of my entire record collection. This means music spanning almost 40 years, from my Archies record I cut off a cereal box to whatever I bought last week.
This is where I get to be the music critic I always wanted to be, but no magazine would have. These are more like sensory reactions than reviews; it's about what the music did for me, not what it should do for you.
You can read the entire details of the project and why I'm doing it here.