Which brings us to Irish-Italian-Argentinian outfit Electric Taurus.A ferocious live band, who I've had the privilege of sharing a stage with before as a musician and also viewing as a drunken spectator, the trio dig on the vibes of yesteryear to create a uniquely retrofied but still relevant take on the doom sound.Opener 'Mountains' is a prime example, a fantastically understated bass intro from James Lynch segues into a crashing cacophony of drums from Mauro Frison, before Matt Casciani's tar thick riffing rears its wonderfully red eyed head, and the band proceed to freak out in unison in a wonderfully fuzzed up take on a classic doom sound.'A New Moon' is reminiscent of sadly underrated fuzz rock grandfathers Mountain in its monolithic groove, while 'Two Gods Caput Algol' is a fantastically weighty slice of prime Sabbathian stomp. The influence of 'Volume 4' on Taurus' songwriting is evident throughout, a mellow, progressive yet at the same time lean and aggressive approach taken to material that is at times genius in its simplicity.
The band do display a fondness for more prog rock elements throughout as well.The eerie menace of 'Mescalina:If AT The Edge Of The Earth' acts almost like an interlude on the album, some jazzier flourishes from Frison framing a slow-burn freak out from Casciani, a mini odyssey hinting at an affection for classic psychedelic rock. It also showcases what a subtly excellent rhythm section Lynch and Frison are , locked in with each other in the vein of Butler and Ward or Jones and Bonham, allowing Casciani's guitar parts room to breath.And they are massive parts, his tone damn near perfect, helped by an array of custom made pedals.This is the heavier side of retro, the parts the revival brigade skip over, the voodoo and evil of classic heavy doom metal.Catch em live, and you'll see what I mean, a crushing, spacey , almost free-form live act, this is something that, to borrow a Crowbar album title, is sonic excess in it's purest form . . .
Stephen O' Connor.
Born Again Nihilist.