(Independent)

Dust off your devil hand-sign, this one rocks

Winterun’s new album begins with what sounds like a tape rewinding, four cymbal crashes to count in then the mother of all big dumb riffs. Maybe it’s all the quiet introspective sensitive wuss-rock music I’ve been listening to lately, but the first thing I could think of was ‘shit, that just rocks’. Spitfire is a particular favourite, as a punishing Southern Rock riff gives way to duelling guitar solos and Nick Dunstan’s growling vocals. Perpetual Groove is not some sad white reggae track, it’s an almost seven minute album closer with more meaty riffs and extended passages that allow this quartet to explore the loud-soft dynamic. It’s not rocket science or a classical masterwork, but it’s not supposed to be. It’s hard-edged stoner rock, where the the guitars are brutal and muted, the drums are chugging and the solos are simple yet effective. The lads have certainly been having their breakfast, a potent mix of Weetbix and cement.

MITCH ALEXANDER

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