A swirling mass of sludge, grunge and psychedelia makes up White Orange’s self-titled debut. Think Queens Of The Stone Age meets Mudhoney with a sprinkling of Monster Magnet style spaciness.
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Trippy sludge grindouts for acquired tastes.
White Orange’s thick, swampy sounds are erratic and thumping, while their stoner rock riffs are punchy and toe-tapping, particularly on standout track Dinosaur Bones, but too often they get slightly lost in the sheer density of the heavily layered songs.
The vocals are gruff and grungy, and are distorted to give trippy, fuzzy echoes, particularly in closing track Sigourney Weaver, and you can’t help but think that if they’d stripped back a bit on production their debut would be more accessible – although it’s safe to assume that that isn’t White Orange’s musical aim.
This album is bold, it’s experimental and it’s creative, but unfortunately its density may be too thick for many to wade through.