Wildildlife CD reviewed by Luc Rodgers
Mar 23, 2009, 03:35
WILDILDLIFE Six CD
From the thundering drum intro to opener “Things Will Grow,” San Francisco's Wildildlife stir excitement. With the supercharged, Tom Petty-on-meth twang jangle of the guitar leading into the psych cacophony, a handful of influences are evident: There's the fuck-it-all noise of a young Sonic Youth, the playful anger of Liars, a more commodious Butthole Surfers, and the swirling style of the Warlocks all coming together to make a sound very much its own. Alas with such varied tastes one would not expect Wildildlife to remain in one pocket for long. The schizophrenic, following tune “Tungsten Steel (Epilogue)” proves that point to a T.
Beginning with a punishing double kick drum and what seems like a toy guitar it seems as if we are well on our way to an in-your-face metal beat down. As the tempo slows to a crawl the doom takes over and here is where it would be easy to eschew in the drug references. That would be a writing-off of sortsâ€¦this is simply a living song. Taking it in every possible direction, even to the point, halfway, where it seems as if it is all over, the bass vibrates an open string and distant screams and celebrations hover and fight to only bring in the stunning, chaotic actual ending. Reminiscent of a clearer Sunn O))) and a more exciting and grating Boris, Wildildlife feel out the environment and change with it, or force it to change.
The epic “Magic Jordan” naps in a simple, sunshine through the window morning bedroom. It is slow so as to wrap the tattered brain around and beautiful to soothe the excited heart. The heaviness eventually rears up but without the gentleness being lost in the new volume. It again descends into a gleaming portrait whereas the only thing left is to follow it as it slips into the netherworld cradling the listener in its bosom.
The sparsity and patience heard in “Feed” and “Whooping Church” (the latter re-introducing the double kick which seems to match so well with that agitating guitar) leaves space in the ears to tackle the remaining epics, “Kross” and “Nervous Buzzing.” Their idiosyncratic style remains intact throughout these numbers and it deserves a sit down listen to find all of the intricacies and hidden gems possibly not heard on first listen. The almost wretched screams on the former sound as if spells are being cast while in the latter it is simple sheer volume that hypnotizes.
It is evident that there is little else like Wildildlife's Six and it should be listened to and celebrated for that. The question is can they hold on tight as this sort of power and freedom doesn't come around often. My faith is in these guys and I look forward to what it is to come. [Crucial Blast]