Wednesday, February 24, 2010
HIgh On Fire "Snakes Of The Divine" E1 Music
For as long as I've known High On Fire when I met them touring in a Uhaul truck on tour with Superjoint Ritual, I admire thier inhibited, natural driven ability to concrete something, stick with it and prevail above those who sought to see them fail with strength and preservance.I assure you there were many times and plans that fell through, along with overwhelming thoughts of hopelessness and depression as if airing on a Zomig comerical, but as far as I can see the one thing they never lost touch with, besides heavy volts of electricity, is direction and this album is headed in similiar leads as thier past albums. They're self-taught, self-motivated, and self-producing with or withuot the help of metal's head cheeses, and I applaud their every genuine innovations to make the rock star status A-list, because I know they did it for no one but themselves and their love and dedication to the FIRE. Enough the with sappy saga speech and let's review this album,not thier arteries.
The first self-titled track induces several cold chills upon introduction to the massive, wooly mammath size sound that was brought to manifestation using Pike's precise and haphazardly placed music sheets.Hey, even Ensteins crib was a pigstye. You can guarantee High On Fire's practice space may be no cleaner than a stockyard. No matter the conspiracy theory, there is really no hidden agenda behind the album's lyrics and prophecies. Matt is an avid spokesperson for outter space and the exterestial civilization that ly ahead, but laugh, hide, lie and the pull the the wool over your eyes all you want, the man has been exploring the unexplained since he's beginning days in Sleep and obviously is acting on his destined calling and role model as a strong public figure with something of substance to say. Vocals are throttling growls coming from the underworlds heaviest stoned spokemodel. With each new track I listen to the pace appears to pick up even faster than the last. No cheesy, unfit false fat metalheads with devilish tunes need to apply here. These are full grown, electric guitar Warlords that use words like "excalibar" and "conquisidor" to describe the subliminal images their own sound produces, so ask no futhermore. This is an album of apocolyptical proportions. Without any further ado, High On Fire is ready to take you the next level.