Before we get into Big
Sky, Black Horse I feel obligated to admit Bennington Triangle Blues was the first album on vinyl that I ever
owned and purchased solely on my own. Now that may come as a shocker to some,
but truth be told my parents weren't music freaks like me. I wasn't exposed to
records nor did I care to purchase a piece of plastic, or wax I guess it is, to
play on a record player, or turntable I suppose they call them, that I never
owned. I've always been drawn to music since a young age, too young for a record player to be the most
practical device to use. I grew up on tapes, then CDs, and later digital. I'm
a huge advocate of digital, always have and always will be. It wasn't until
early this year (2014) that I decided to immerse myself into the world of vinyl
junkyism.
Whether it was coincidence, divine intervention, or just me being
my normal cheap ass self I saw the sale price at the Heavy
Ripples big cartel store and was inspired to purchase the record. My copy of Bennington Triangle Blues will soon
be joined by its latest brethren Big
Sky, Black Horse and has since been reunited with Monobrow's self-titled on
wax as well. All that rambling be told, let it be said, Big Sky, Black Horse absolutely destroys and I'm going to have
trouble finding room on my shelf for it. After only half a year my collection is
nearing 100 records of mostly all new bands and albums of many
different styles that I absolutely love.
(Side note, there are several package deals on bandcamp for ordering multiple Monorbrow vinyl releases at a discounted rate including the new one linked with the self titled, and the self-titled with Bennington Triangle Blues)
I'm the first to admit that I'm not opposed to instrumental
music. I just don't prefer it. That said, when an album like this comes
around, and a few including King Dead, Brunt, and the latest Tumbleweed
Dealer already have this year, I am all ears. In fact why ruin a good thing with sub-par vocals
when you can put that added energy back into the real instruments to enhance
the core of the heavy rock? Monobrow push the envelope with an invigorating blend of heavy riffs, catchy
hooks, classic melodies and flawless transitions.
Cicada opens the record with
a driving upbeat tune straight out of the classic rock handbook. It takes me
directly back to the 70's, which is difficult because I was born in '81, yet
I can feel the spirit of the 70's pumping through me like bell bottoms
flapping in the wind. The song wastes no time showing the band’s diversity and
the theme of the entire record. It transitions around a tripped out tribal drumbeat
with a soft haunting riff that fades in and out for the remainder of the song
reminding you that you are not alone.
These Mountains Don't
Want Us Here, but they surely coax us with their canyons echoing with gusty
melodic riffs. Like realizing your worst nightmare is only a dream and waking
up to the reality that supersedes your nightmare. The grinding riff at the 5:10
mark swallows you limb by limb, slowly churning away it's groove into your
cavity for the remainder of the song before spitting you out onto the
battlefield of the next song like a storm cloud spews heavy flakes of frozen
tundra.
There's a weighty essence of doom metal throughout keeping
the record accessible to the heavy hearted doom crowd, yet the record has
enough psychotic breaks and pauses to enlist the above average progrock nerd as
well. Stoner love is a given as Monobrow
is covered with a light fuzz, especially connecting the surface above and
around the upper eye socket.
As the record plays on, the excitement soars and the riffs
march on. Even acoustics shine as in the short lullaby Hamartia which leads into the title track. Big Sky, Black Horse not only lives up to its name in terms of
natural brute force, but it adequately portrays the detailed cover art in an
organic fashion. Creeping in at the
11:43 mark, the title track almost doubles the average length of the rest of
the songs. Shear doom madness spews all over the speakers within the first 2:00
of the track, oozing towards a faster paced rock n roll ballad by 2:30. The
riffs reek of the doomiest odor as they linger amongst their crushing volume
and catchy tone. The song builds and builds, like you wish every instrumental
song should, towards a finale of rhythmic ecstasy.
In short, Monobrow
have unleashed a beast of an album which deserves your utmost attention. From
the superbly tenacious white horse struggling through black tar on the cover to
the heroic melodies tracking its sound, Big
Sky, Black Horse serves as an inspirational instrumental relic representing
modern stoner/doom metal.
Comments
My only problem with Monobrow is that they are non-touring. Make them do a kickstarter, make them come to Europe, please, come on lads, you know you want to!
You've got some clout Ripple Music, make them tour.
Dan