la Chinga
Beyond The Sky
When rock hits a high enough intensity level, a cosmic switch is flicked and it suddenly becomes rawk – and when it does, run for fucking cover, man.
make no mistake, Beyond The sky is a bona fide, leather pants and mirror shades raWk album, the kind of ballsfirst macho thunder that can only be created by a steady diet of ac/Dc, raw meat and black velvet posters of topless hippie death goddesses.
Vancouver’s la chinga are breathlessly, recklessly, unapologetically rock’n’roll in every way i can think of, and with this album they’ve created a minor masterpiece of pure, uncut slabbage. The song titles – killer Wizard, Death
rider, Wings of Fire – give the game away even before the riffs do, and they all live up to those fearsome designations. There’s a fiery, nostril-flaring groove to jammers like nothing That i can’t Do and Feel it in my Bones, but overall it’s
clobbering time.