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Pelliper Pelican (and on Pitchfork for a preview stream to complete the triple p hat trick). The post prefix, with heavily tilted bands, carries gargantuan expectations on this post-Isis planet but the Chicago grown quartet in question tends to exceed without overwhelming. Is it possible to be under and over rated – because I think their tenure yammers on that vague impossibility.
Yaaaaayyyy an ethereal introduction! Lots of ringing strewn about early on, I mean you’ve got to warm the tubes up right? I’ve always loved how Pelican doesn’t rush into their throttled movements, and again, this baby doesn’t pick up until the second song Deny The Absolute. Once in full swing the pouch billed motifs are all too familiar combined with some focusing noise dipping that raise arm hair like when you’re coming up to the first drop of a roller coaster. But, then, there’s no drop and riffs float without gravity being clamored by the intermittent pinpoint drum hustle. The hourglass flows in reverse for Pelican sifting from shrill foreboding, into weightlessness, and finally shot full force into pulmonary pounding picking patterns.
Favorite track goes to The Tundra: a shifty dance of hefty fiddle capped off with a duet of back breaking post-metal turn arounds in the introductory sentiments. The back half swallows the red and blue resulting in a bipolar synergy of riffing harmony coupling the serene and filthy buzzing best burdened with a similar frame of mind. The wheels fall off in a brief beautiful riff retooling before melting into more primordial screech back. Appropriated repetitions call back to the Pelican of old channeling the days of mega ton tracks like Mammoth. That equates to a ruling on the field that this record shows excessive improvements from last year’s dialed down desert dubbed: Ataraxia/Taraxis.
Appropriated repetitions call back to the Pelican of old channeling the days of mega ton tracks like Mammoth.
I need to mention that if you’re new to heavy music that this album should find it’s way to your ears sooner rather than never. Instrumental depths of therapeutic tumult await you, and will more than likely increase productivity for your hobby, job, or slack session. There’s enough mellowing maws cranked open fastened by careful grinding upheavals that don’t wear the listener down, but envelop them into the succinct evolution. Forever Becoming defines a fantastic u-turn from last year’s short release, but hey, that’s what an EP exists for: testing waters. Now the waters have been boiled to emit fury and an intoxicating post-rockin’ steam. It’s good for the lungs, the soul, but not the neck muscles. Ow.
Forever Becoming defines a fantastic u-turn from last year's short release, but hey, that's what an EP exists for: testing waters. Now the waters have been boiled to emit fury and an intoxicating post-rockin' steam. It's good for the lungs, the soul, but not the neck muscles. Ow.