‘Ain’t got a fuckin’ thing leeeeeft,’ Nathan ‘Drake’ Hunt roars aloud – one of many things that make him ‘dayngerrrous’, according to LP opener Dangerous. Shaman’s Harvest might plough forth like a stampeding herd of mad wildebeest, in such hearty moments, but their fifth album showcases the deft musicianship behind the meat.
Shaman’s Harvest: Smokin’ Hearts & Broken Guns
Rollicking melodic rock, with a soft side, from Missouri.
They misfire in places (Ten Million Voices, for example, is stodgy) but when Shaman’s Harvest hit the spot, they’re unstoppable – through sheer weight of galloping hard Southern gusto, at times. Elsewhere, clean bluesy guitar in the melancholy likes of In The End adds classy light and shade to beefier-than-thou foundations. And Country As Fuck makes this writer so very happy – simple, rugged and fiercely catchy, while stylishly affirming that they know their way round a six-string.
Hearty southern chops, ‘fried chicken and gasoline...’ Shaman’s Harvest don’t do country, but if they did, it would probably be the manliest country in the world.