Vincent Black Shadow is named after a motorcycle. This is appropriate, because listening to â€œMore Deeperâ€ is like sitting directly on an overheating engine. Adam Savage screams every song like heâ€™s Howard Dean on the verge of losing his mind. In fact, about four songs in (on â€œFlash Rollâ€) he slows down (for about seven seconds), and we learn that he is actually capable of sounding reasonable. But it doesnâ€™t last.
If you want to hear lyrics, this isnâ€™t for you. VBS screams and snarls over one of the best punk bands Iâ€™ve heard in years, chainsaw guitars ripping, jackhammer drums pounding, and relentless bass thumping at a tremendous gallop. But this Baltimore 5-piece is so much more than punk. Thereâ€™s Sabbath-style guitar work, with soaring solos (but Savage often shouts over them, too), vaguely psychedelic breaks, Iggy Pop riffs . . . And even cowbell!
For example, â€œVolume Oneâ€ is so much more than just shouting. Under the anger is an ascending chord, playing off the vocal track in the odd sort of juxtaposition that made Black Flag so great. â€œShamanixâ€ goes through chord-and-tempo changes. â€œWooden Kimonoâ€ does God-only-knows-what, but itâ€™s fascinating to hear. Itâ€™s the albums brightest flame, but all the songs burn hot.
This is a short release (nine songs in about thirty minutes), but itâ€™s all you need. By the time youâ€™re done, youâ€™ll need a cold shower and a nap. What a thrill.
On Heartbreak Beat Records and endorsed by Julian Cope’s Brain Donor band, Iâ€™m giving this grimey, indecent, lewd, and obscene album my highest recommendation: Check it out.