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donderdag 8 augustus 2013

Lion Farm – Bells of The Fallen


Lion Farm – Bells of The Fallen
Self released – 2013
Rock, Garage, Psychedelic, Stoner, Metal, Doom, Punk
Rated: *****

Back in 2012 the Canadian foursome Lion Farm brought us a highly entertaining first self-titled EP. And now they’re back with a follow-up called Bells Of The Fallen. And they have retained that menacing, blood dripping from your claws and sweat marinating on your back atmosphere and have managed to make it even more brooding. The sound is pregnant with depraved danger and antique evil and surges through your veins like an involuntary heroin shot. With a lo-fi adagio perfectly captured by producer Murray Lightburn (The Dears) the six songs are exquisite lullabies for the doomed and the desperate. It will wire your brain to the water pump and your ears to the generator; it will make you howl for cool drink and remember those first moments when a foreign city suddenly loomed in front of you. You always immediately think it is a vision and you are in fact somewhere ripped to tits on crank and listening to powerful music like Bells Of The Fallen…

(Written by JK)



maandag 12 maart 2012

Lion Farm – Lion Farm EP


Lion Farm – Lion Farm EP
Self released – 2012
Rock, Garage, Psychedelics, Stoner
Rated: ***


Canada, it was a barren and hostile wasteland. Dangerously crowded with polar bears and flying hockey pucks. But in downtown Montreal that sort of thing hardly matters; you just have to keep the gates closed and those dangerous elements out especially when breeding lions. And the four guys from Lion Farm keep the beasts locked up tight and the menacing music fenced in like a jailhouse island. On their first EP they bring you four songs ripe with anticipation and on the verge of exploding. But this wicked state of pure musical torment continues the entire time and keeps you on the edge of the seat, with pearly beads of sweat on your forehead and your skin crawling like its being attacked by an army of alien ants. Splendid riffs that could find their way into a garage band just as easily as into a stoner formation and it’s all held together by effective steady drums and vocals that bring the gray, the grimy and that free and wild spirit… Hakuna Matata motherfuckers!