August 02, 2011
Do what we can, summer will have its flies.
Album: Requesting Permission To Land
Origin: U.S.A. (Los Angeles, California)
Genre: Stoner Rock
Great record, recommended to any (stoner)rock fan, for the heat wave that I'm suffering through right now. The heat also gives me an excuse for laziness, so I stole the review for this record. Enjoy!
'My neighbor just appeared on his balcony nude. He was there for about a second, but that was a second too much. At least 275 lbs and if I was packing what he was, I wouldn't even appear in front of the mirror nude. Disturbing.
Anyway, back to the issue at hand - LA's Volume. That's right, Los Angeles DOES have a real live rock n' roll band aside from Smoke and whatever project Greg Anderson happens to be involved in.
Volume isn't afraid to wear the LSD n' lipstick stained banner from 1968. This thing screams names you've heard before when referring to the greats... Blue Cheer, MC5, even White Album - era Beatles. So yeah, it's got some retro flavor to it, but 'Acid Rock' is a much better description than the current favorite, 'Stoner Rock'. I mean listen to "Make Believe" and tell me that's not acid-inspired. Listen to last track "Headswim" and tell me that's not BAD acid inspired. The remainder of the album is more Wayne Kramer than Wayne Kramer these days - catchy, fuzz-drenched, and all feel-good. First track "Habit" rocks with a chorus that all addicts, horny humans and leeches of the state can relate to - 'Gimme, gimme all I want, gimme, gimme all I need'. Chances are you fall into one of those three categories. In essence, we can pretty much all relate.
Hats off to guitarist/vocalist Patrick Brink for not only the rock n' roll portion of the disc, but some brilliant cover artwork as well. Also, kudos to ex-Smile and current Fu Manchu skin slammer Scott Reeder for some very Keith Moon-ian drum work on Requesting Permission to Land.
A word of warning - I thought the disc was over after the first listen, so I took a lil' snoozer on the sofa next to my stereo. I was just about to doze off when Patrick's voice comes full blast out of the stereo saying "That's a wrap, momma!". Scared the piss out of me. Fucker. (Chris Barnes, Hellride music)
Volume - Requesting Permission To Land