The Dust Coda

The Dust Coda

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Qual­ity de­but from Lon­don­based hard rock hope­fuls.

On their self-ti­tled de­but al­bum, The Dust Coda cap­ture tropes of other present-day beef’n’soul suc­cess sto­ries (hello Ri­val Sons, The Tem­per­ance Move­ment, Mon­ster Truck…). Lately it seems that rather a lot of bands have had the same idea (the Led Zep­pelin-via-2017 idea), which is great, but in­evitably some do end up blur­ring into oth­ers.

The Dust Coda, how­ever, are one group who fall un­der this um­brella while carv­ing an iden­tity of their own. They have ‘fuck yeah!’ cho­ruses and proper tunes, mor­eish and invit­ingly lay­ered. It’s heavy rock’n’roll with proper grit and ro­bust soul, not least in Aussie singer/gui­tarist John Drake.

But it’s not soul in the smooth, tame sense; think livid preacher (via Lon­don) in the hooky likes of All I Got.

Softer, swag­ger­ing touches come in just the right places, as do flashes of lead gui­tar hero­ics. Sin­gles Weak­ness and Save Me would sit com­fort­ably with rock ra­dio vet­er­ans, grab­bing you by the throat from the word go, folk-tinged slowie Sweet Love has strains of Robert Plant world­li­ness, and clos­ing bal­lad Will I Ever See You Again has Drake evok­ing Chris Cor­nell at his most soul­ful.

You sense there’s more to come from the Dust Coda, but as first im­pres­sions go this al­bum gets an aw­ful lot right.

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