Usually here at the vaunted Ripple Office, we like to start our reviews with a build-up, a story, some history, a metaphor. Something to ease into the review and perhaps lend a personal slant.
Not this time. All I can say is, damn, I like this one.
Coming from Sweden, by far the Ripple’s favorite mecca of music and hockey, comprised of one American singer-songwriter and four Swedish musicians, The Chair roar at you with an unadulterated blitzkrieg of raw ‘70’s metal riffs, raved up bluesy in execution and held together with more groove than could be found in an entire LP pressing factory. Released on the excellent Transubstans Records label, the fine Swedish purveyors of stoner/’70’s/psychedelic rock, this is balls-out, bottom heavy, riff-massive retro-rock, jet-fueled for a modern age and riding high on top the tsunami of melodies and just rough-enough lead vocals. Instantly addictive and full of more hooks than an a bait and tackle shop, this is every thing I love about rock and roll.