ORC (2025 REPRESS) (Vinyl)
The Oh Sees wasted no time in racing headlong into nightmarish battle with the mighty Orc, clawing even farther up the ghastly peak stormed so satisfyingly by their previous A Weird Exits. The band is in tour-greased, anvil-on-a-balance beam, gut-pleasingly heavy form, nimbly brainingāwith equal dashes of abandon and menaceāon this fresh batch of bruisers and brooders, hypnotically stirred into to the cauldron of chaos youāve come to expect.
On Orc, fresh blood Paul Quattrone joins Dan Rincon to form a phalanx of interlocking double drums, alternately propelling and fleet-footing shifting ground to pinion John Dwyerās cliff-face guitars to the boogie. Tim Hellman keeps it swinging like a battle-axe to the eyebrows. The tunes veer toward the violence of their live shows, with a few tasty swerves into other lanes: heavy to lush, groovy to stately. Throughout, it remains sinister in its swaggering skulk, manic in its fuzz-fried fugues. They hit all the sweet spots the heads foggily remember, and thereās plenty to sweat over if you just hopped into the sauna.
More evilā¦more complexā¦more narcoticā¦more screechā¦ more blareā¦more whisperā¦thereās even more Brigid. Less āThee,ā but more of everything else.
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The Oh Sees wasted no time in racing headlong into nightmarish battle with the mighty Orc, clawing even farther up the ghastly peak stormed so satisfyingly by their previous A Weird Exits. The band is in tour-greased, anvil-on-a-balance beam, gut-pleasingly heavy form, nimbly brainingāwith equal dashes of abandon and menaceāon this fresh batch of bruisers and brooders, hypnotically stirred into to the cauldron of chaos youāve come to expect.
On Orc, fresh blood Paul Quattrone joins Dan Rincon to form a phalanx of interlocking double drums, alternately propelling and fleet-footing shifting ground to pinion John Dwyerās cliff-face guitars to the boogie. Tim Hellman keeps it swinging like a battle-axe to the eyebrows. The tunes veer toward the violence of their live shows, with a few tasty swerves into other lanes: heavy to lush, groovy to stately. Throughout, it remains sinister in its swaggering skulk, manic in its fuzz-fried fugues. They hit all the sweet spots the heads foggily remember, and thereās plenty to sweat over if you just hopped into the sauna.
More evilā¦more complexā¦more narcoticā¦more screechā¦ more blareā¦more whisperā¦thereās even more Brigid. Less āThee,ā but more of everything else.
