Wolfmother
Wolfmother
Modular Recordings/Interscope Records
Four-and-a-half out of five stars
What hasn’t already been said about upcoming rock gods Wolfmother? They’ve been compared to Led Zeppelin, Black Sabbath and the White Stripes. Reports say they’ve sold their souls to the devil. In Australia, their “new” album, Wolfmother, already has platinum status-and it’s been out since January.
So, what’s not being said about Wolfmother? What’s the dirt? The truth?
Here’s the deal: this is the most awful band ever to come along; and if anyone thinks I’ll wind up at Graywhale CD Exchange in Taylorsville (1763 W. 4700 S.) on Tuesday to get my promo copy signed by the band, guess again. Their pacing, harmonic rhythms and modernization of rock’n’roll in its purest form is not brilliant. It’s, like, the opposite of brilliant.
Will I go to the band’s concert to witness their afros firsthand and groove to the sound of ’70s classic rock revivalism at Club Sound (Bricks)? Don’t count on it: Soaring vocals, awesome riffs and a polished sound do not interest me.
Will I ever pick up Wolfmother again? NO! It couldn’t keep an attentive person’s attention, because it’s not imaginative.
Should music lovers visit their Web site and check them out? If you do, you’ll lose your soul (note to pansies: You won’t lose your soul). The music world doesn’t need hard-working bands anymore.
Wolfmother is lame, what else can I say?
Oh yeah: I’m a fat liar.
