Kaptain Sun - Rainbowride
2004 - Rage Of Achilles
By Philip Whitehouse
Go to the Rage Of Achilles website.
Imagine if LG Petrov of Entombed got together with KK Dowling, Adrian Smith, Philthee and Nick Oliveri and started jamming out after a heavy stoner session, and you're starting to get an idea where Kaptain Sun are coming from. Dirty, sludge/stoner riffage mixing it up with melodious lead breaks and heroically old-school soloing, while guttural, growled vocals combine with the bouncy, undemanding rhythm section. Strangely, this creates an effectively pleasing aural concoction - it's a party album, one to drink, headbang and toke to. It's not really intended for critical dissection or deep analysis (I mean, one of the songs is called 'Cosmic Magic From The Doomed Planets Below', for God's sake), more to serve as the soundtrack to a riotous gig in a whiskey bar, or the tunage in the background of a biker rally or something.
It's uncomplicated, unoriginal, but what it lacks in complication and innovation, it more than makes for with sheer, visceral impact. I defy any old-school metalhead not the feel the hairs on the back of his neck prick up on hearing the kind of fretboard gymnastics found at the end of 'Golden Harvest', and if you can make it throughout this entire album without feeling the urge to headbang or fist-pound once, then you're probably dead.
7.5/10
2004 - Rage Of Achilles
By Philip Whitehouse
Go to the Rage Of Achilles website.
Imagine if LG Petrov of Entombed got together with KK Dowling, Adrian Smith, Philthee and Nick Oliveri and started jamming out after a heavy stoner session, and you're starting to get an idea where Kaptain Sun are coming from. Dirty, sludge/stoner riffage mixing it up with melodious lead breaks and heroically old-school soloing, while guttural, growled vocals combine with the bouncy, undemanding rhythm section. Strangely, this creates an effectively pleasing aural concoction - it's a party album, one to drink, headbang and toke to. It's not really intended for critical dissection or deep analysis (I mean, one of the songs is called 'Cosmic Magic From The Doomed Planets Below', for God's sake), more to serve as the soundtrack to a riotous gig in a whiskey bar, or the tunage in the background of a biker rally or something.
It's uncomplicated, unoriginal, but what it lacks in complication and innovation, it more than makes for with sheer, visceral impact. I defy any old-school metalhead not the feel the hairs on the back of his neck prick up on hearing the kind of fretboard gymnastics found at the end of 'Golden Harvest', and if you can make it throughout this entire album without feeling the urge to headbang or fist-pound once, then you're probably dead.
7.5/10
