COR­RO­SION OF CON­FORM­ITY

IX Can­dle­light

Blunt - - In Review - JAYMZ CLE­MENTS

Over 20 years in, Cor­ro­sion Of Con­form­ity still defy at­tempts to eas­ily brand them; at this point they’re sim­ply a totem of right­eous badassery. Still craft­ing their sludgy punk- metal with nary a fuck given, IX is a wor­thy ad­di­tion to their im­pres­sive canon. From the South­ern- tinged blues- metal swag­ger of “The Nec­tar” to the schizoid prog- punk of “Den­mark Ve­sey’’( re­veal­ing DNA that went into Iceage and Fucked Up) they’re re­lent­less. Else­where the prog flour­ishes of “El­phyn” will burn them­selves into your weed- soaked couch. Im­por­tantly, “On Your Way” and “Tar­quinius Su­per­bus” – a pair of lessons in arse kick­ing that would give John McClane pause – prove any­one be­moan­ing the miss­ing pres­ence of Pep­per Keenan is miss­ing the point.

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