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Thursday, July 11, 2013

Exclusive Stream/Review of Borracho-Oculus



It's no secret that we're big fans of Borracho's heavy riffs and stoner grooves here at Heavy Planet. Hell, we asked the guys to headline our CMJ Showcase in New York City last Fall and we're thrilled to be sponsoring their upcoming album release party at the Rock and Roll Hotel in Washington DC (that's next Friday, July 19th by the way). But perhaps most exciting of all, we're pleased as fucking punch to be offering you the very first taste of the band's new LP, Oculus…right here…right now. Yep, you read that right, the Borracho camp were kind enough to give Heavy Planet readers the exclusive opportunity to hear their new record in its entirety a full week in advance of its release. So settle in, hit play and come trip out with us as we get acquainted with what is sure to be the soundtrack to the rest of your summer. This is Oculus.

Now I'd be remiss if I didn't mention the underlying theme that seems to be infused into every aspect of this release, and that would be one of "addition through subtraction." Don't get me wrong, I mean no disrespect to original vocalist Noah Greenburg, who was excellent on the band's debut album Splitting Sky (and even better if you saw him live), but this marks the official debut of the band's leaner, meaner three-piece lineup that sees guitarist Steve Fisher stepping to the forefront, grabbing the reins so to speak, and taking Noah’s place behind the mic. So there's that.

But then there's also the more intrinsic fact that, despite its 38 minute run time, Oculus is comprised of only five tracks. Now as you and I both know this isn’t a style of music that places a value on quantity over quality and taken as a whole, these five songs combine to form an album that will transport you through a series of musical twists, turns, peaks and valleys all while paying tribute to the most important aspect of the genre…the almighty riff. For those familiar with Borracho this should come as no surprise, because at their heart, they’ve always been a band that demands the undivided attention of their listeners by way of extended jams that feature a multitude of time signatures and stylistic shifts. And from the very first note to the last fading remnant of reverb and through every nuance of the musical journey in between, such is the case with Oculus.

The album opens to the sound of a fluid bass line from Tim Martin that’s then joined by the heavy kick of Mario Trubiano’s bass drum and a delicate, yet psychedelic guitar lick from Fisher. And for what it’s worth, that’ll be the last time I use the word “delicate” in this review. A ghostly female voiceover hovers in the background adding depth to the buildup and then the hammer drops and the trio unleash the first of what will be many killer riffs to come. Collectively, Borracho grind out a solid, mid-tempo groove for the better part of this first track, entitled “Empty”, but then Fisher makes an abrupt turn into the fast lane and the song becomes an altogether different animal. It’s here that we get our first introduction to the guitarist’s vocal register, which you’ll immediately notice to be much cleaner, yet no less commanding than that of Greenburg. Also notable is the surprising range in Fisher’s delivery as he manages to slide up an octave, never quite reaching a scream, but carrying the song’s newfound pace through to its conclusion with an aggressive authority. “Pick up the pieces, try to move ahead…I won’t find my peace, ‘til he’s filled with lead”.

“Know the Score” throws a similar curveball at its start, with Fisher subtly (I told you I wouldn’t say delicate anymore) plucking at his Flying V before the rhythm section joins in and the three are off and running again. Less instrumental than its predecessor, this one will have you grooving to its serpentine rhythm and singing along as the vocalist advises “so light another cigarette…leave a message at the door.” The highlight is the surprising addition of an organ during the song’s bridge, which leads into a bouncing jam session chock full of fuzz and fury. At this point, Borracho are dialed in and assuming you have a pulse, you will be too. The song eventually comes full circle, back to the original rhythm that captivated you in the first place, and by the time it concludes you’ll be left with a sense of compulsive anticipation for what’s yet to come.

By design, the final three tracks flow together as one epic, stoner rock suite, beginning with “Stockpile”, which at nearly eleven minutes, is the album’s lengthiest song. This one rides out a patient pulse of propulsive rhythm laid down by Trubiano and Martin, who combine to unleash a combination of thunderous percussion, deafening crash and the lowest of low end harmonic foundations. But that’s not to say that Fisher’s guitar takes a backseat at any point on the album and in fact, he showcases his playing here with a considerably impromptu and altogether rad solo. Then in true Borracho style, the song shifts gears, becoming another upbeat romp through riff-infested waters before devolving into the haze and confusion of “Eye” (which oh by the way, happens to be the meaning of the word Oculus). Serving as a bridge between “Stockpile” and album closer “I’ve Come for It All,” this one melds static, feedback and ample psychedelic voice effects before the basis of the final song emerges from the chaos.

And oh what a finale it turns out to be. Deftly combining all of the elements that make Borracho what they are…that would be tradesmen in ultra-heavy riffs, rhythms and hooks, in case you haven’t been paying attention…the song opens with a steady build into another solid groove as Fisher croons…”darkness surrounds me, like a long lost friend…there’s no justice, only revenge.” Of course another shift in tempo is always right around the corner and that’s true here as well, when after a series of stop/starts, the band slows it way down…”you better run, you better hide…I’m coming for you.” And then the album concludes amidst the frenetic pandemonium of another monstrous solo from Fisher before the entire ensemble ultimately fades into nothing.

So there you have our take on the latest from Borracho. Now it’s your turn to take a glimpse inside of Oculus and you can’t do that anywhere else but right here at Heavy Planet. Go ahead…hit play and listen to the beginning of a new era for the band. Listen as they cement their status as a bona fide power-trio, all the while maintaining their commanding grasp on the power of the riff. Listen as they prove the timeless old cliché that less can in fact be so much more.-Toby Cole

We hope you enjoy Oculus as much as we do. Be sure to pick up the album when it's released next Thursday and if you're on the East Coast, you don't want to miss Borracho's upcoming tour dates with the mighty Lo-Pan (click the band's Facebook link below for dates). Finally a big thanks to Mario, Steve and Tim of Borracho for giving Heavy Planet the opportunity to showcase their kick ass new tunes.

 Cheers fellas!


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Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Zac's "Double Dose": Mind! / Tumbleweed Dealer




Mind! / Stunde Null 

Our first serving of this weeks 'Dose, called Mind!, come from the port city Algeciras in southern Spain. Mind! are a four-piece space rock band that offer an escape, as any port city should. Only this escape isn't taking listeners into the Mediterranean Sea or the depths of the vast Atlantic Ocean. Mind!'s escape glares deep into starry sky's of the boundless universe. I mean, where else would a space rock band focus their gaze? Utilizing multiple keyboards along side other electronic wiz-bangs Mind! add a complexity to otherwise beautifully simple song structures. The quartet have also exploited the signature characteristics from the psychedelic and hard rock genres of the sixties and seventies showing strong influences from the cosmic pioneers Pink Floyd. This influence comes through most evident in midst of Time to Fly, a ten minute galaxy sized track. Mind! introduce Time to Fly with a Santana-esque guitar lick over-lapping a chunky bass-line. This bob and weave technique of the guitar and bass lapses for four minutes, doing well to lure listeners into a trance. Just as the hypnotic numbing fully sets in Time to Fly breaks through the gravitational sphere employing an acoustic guitar back-drop allowing the electric lead to soar through the cosmic plane. Finally, in true Floyd-ian fashion Mind!employ a shared vocal delivery adding an urgency to their celestial journey. Check out Time to Fly and the rest of the release, Stunde Null, at bandcamp where Mind! have a limited edition 12" gatefold vinyl for sale.

Members: 
Matt - Guitar // Vocals // Keyboard 
Pot - Guitar // Vocals // Keyboard // Sinte // Theremin 
Pow - Bass // Vocals 
Serg - Drums // Percussion


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Tumbleweed Dealer: Tumbleweed Dealer 

The need for a desert rock inspired form of instrumental metal has emerged with the blistering heat of a Mojave Desert sunrise from none other than Montreal, Canada. I didn't see that one coming. This weeks second serving, Tumbleweed Dealer, roam and ramble the torrid realm of desert rock via instrumental Earth inspired drone and Pelican post rock attributes. Mr. Seb Painchaud, notoriously known for a death metal and metalcore sound, decided to experiment in the midst of a hazy bender one evening. The outcome couldn't be further from the roots Painchaud is most familiar with. Handling all of the guitar work himself, Painchaud called on Dopethrone's drummer Carl Borman to cover the percussion on his new brainchild. Adopting a western theme Tumbleweed Dealers form of post-rock structured songs are injected with a dose of desert and stoner rock making for an exciting journey through this self-titled, full length release. Implementing a thick and full guitar tone Seb's RIFF focused finger work induce an onset of vertigo that resembles the effects of staring at the desert sun on your back, high on peyote. The bass lines are impregnated with a southwestern twang that can only be a long lost cousin of King's Xs own Doug Pinnick while the clash of Borman's cymbals resonate like a lightning storm. Don't miss my favorite track, the slower side of Tumbleweed Dealer, March of The Dead Cowboys. Meandering with a doom-laden trudge March of The Dead Cowboys turns into a disturbing spaghetti western with the inception of with what sounds like some black metal picking on a mandolin. I imagine this as the background score for a scene out of a classic fifties black and white horror flick in what appears to be an Italian restaurant... serving the undead. Oh yeah, and they're drinking Birra Moretti! Check it out at bandcamp and let me know what you think.

Members: 
Alex "All Ex Ghouls" Goulet - Artwork 
Carl Borman - Drums 
Felix Roberge - Musical Director // Live Bassist 
JB - Recording 
 Seb Painchaud - Guitars // Bass

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