Many recent bands have attempted to rekindle the dynamics and power of 70s heavy rock.
Heavy psych-rock splendour with a dash of Britpop.
Some to comic affect (The Darkness), others with added doses of operatics (Muse), some by returning to the nuts-and-bolts basics of masculine pomp (Queens Of The Stone Age). The closest to recreating that sound, energy and power, though, are this bunch of hairy, cheesecloth-shirted Canadians, who at their best sound like a perfect amalgamation of Deep Purple, Black Sabbath and Gong (yes, Gong), but at their worst just a bit too much like a Kula Shaker B-side.
Thankfully there’s not too much of the latter on their second album, but be warned: it’s not all faded bellbottom, highway-driving, top-down, old- school kicks.
As well as a staggeringly good rhythm section the band’s other strengths are lyrics that are a cut above the tired ‘get your rocks off’ fare, and in Amber Webber a female vocalist whose occasional Liam Gallagher-isms (eg: pronouncing reaction ‘re-ack-she-yon’ on the killer title track) racks up the rock action to at least 11.