KARYSUN « Interceptor » LP / CD
Ref : D23
Format : LP & CD
Release Date : LP: 01/2011, CD: 2008
Quantity : 500 LP (400 black, 100 red) & 1000 CD
Engineers : Anthony Josse, Guillaume Doussaud
Artwork : Nicolas Bazire
LP Co-Release with S.M.D Records & Odio Sonoro
CD Co-Release with Sound Devastation Records, Self-Titled Demo Records, Odio Sonoro, Aïnu Records
Side A : 1. Landing In Hell – 2. Always Sad – 3. Until I Die – 4. Glad Corpses – 5. Interceptor – 6. Torch Police Cars – 7. Paco De Lucifero
Side B : 1. Owsley Stanley III – 2. Good Taste Destruction – 3. Certain Death
« Here’s a drums n’ guitar powerduo that could give Black Cobra a run for the sludgy money – their debut album Interceptor (mucho rad Mad Max reference, there) combines huge crunchy garage metal riffs with spaced-out gutteral Lemmy vocals, leagues of fuzz, and a droning scumbag swagger that reminds me of a noise-rock tainted Black Cobra or High On Fire. There is some really rad shit happening in here though that makes these guys stand out…the distorted motorik drumming that opens « Until I Die » that then launches into an awesome boogie jam with a whiff of fuzzbomb krautrock and The Cult around the rocking verses; the pulverizingly slow and droning sludgecore of « Glad Corpses » that reveals a surprisingly poppy riff under all of the droning guitar crush; again, some massive motorik sludgemetal drone propulsion behind the instrumental title track; « Torche Police Cars » comes off like an unlikely cross between High On Fire, Motohead and Crowbar; « Paco De Lucifero » is a grim acoustic flamenco style tune covered in grit and distortion. All heavy as hell and rocking and loaded with TONS of killer fuzzed out groove, a far cry from the hardcore screamo of the members previous band Amanda Woodward, who were a big name in the French hardcore scene. But the album takes a hard left with the tenth and final track, « Certain Death ». Here, it sounds like Karysun decided to drop the droning motorik boogie metal and spacey sludge and go for a massive psych-doom blast to close out the album. A thirteen minute epic of noisy hypno doom, a crushing almost industrial slo-mo riff repeating over and over under a hurricane of distortion and fx and those hoarse, howling vocals sinking deeper and deeper into the increasingly psychedelic mass of sludge noise. It eventually flattens out into a grinding dronescape, littered with shards of feedback and growling amplifiers, wrecked guitar strings dangling from bloodied instruments, a huge slab of blackened buzzing ambient free-noise sludge like a Total record slowed down to 10 bpm, a syrupy buzzing roar stretching out into infinity. That song KILLS. The whole album does, actually. … »
(Crucial Blast)
