Oh Sees

Classic Rock - - THE HARD STUFF ALBUMS -

Orc

Cas­tle FaCe Ly­ser­gic em­a­na­tions from be­hind the garage door. De­spite a Who­vian ap­proach to nomen­cla­ture – they’ve been the Oh Sees, The Oh­sees and Thee Oh Sees among many, many oth­ers – the one con­stant to Oh Sees and band­leader John

Dwyer has been their evan­gel­i­cal fer­vour in the cause of glo­ri­ously de­viant rock’n’roll. And so it goes with Orc, the band’s 19th al­bum in as many years. Yet any­one ex­pect­ing a straight­for­ward thrill ride of buzz-saw nuggets is in for a kalei­do­scopic wake-up call.

As ev­i­denced by the band’s sum­mer ram­page across any num­ber of Euro­pean fes­ti­vals they laid waste to, not only have Oh Sees in­creased their rhyth­mic at­tack in the form of the twin drum on­slaught of Dan Rin­con and Paul Qu­at­trone, they’ve also ramped up the cosmic flour­ishes to brain-scram­bling lev­els.

While the sonic hooli­gan­ism of The Static God snaps and snarls with an eco­nomic fury and Nite Expo grooves with in­tent and men­ace, Keys To The Cas­tle finds Oh Sees brew­ing up a po­tent and in­tox­i­cat­ing po­tion of garage ra­malama, prog rock and psychedelia that’s a trip in its own right. Like­wise the synapse­fry­ing mad­ness of Para­noise.

Thor­oughly anti-so­cial and won­der­fully ob­nox­ious through­out, this is kick-arse psych’n’roll as it should be.

Ju­lian Marsza­lek

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