Red Fang make the kind of metal that gets you reaching for a guitar-or tennis racket if you’re unable to locate a six string-and bash out pretend riffs until your head hurts or until the Old Milwaukee wears off.There’s nothing new on their sophomore release-Murder The Mountains-that hasn’t been done before, and there’s nothing on it that will have you caring much either. It’s all Melvins-inspired riffage with heaping helpings of sativa-fueled performances that must be a riot to witness live as it is on headphones.
Look, you should probably be warned that I’m a sucker for this stuff to begin with, and I should probably direct you more to those early aforementioned Melvins records, Saint Vitus, or even that awesome album from The Sword last year.
But pot smoking kills your inhibition to the point where I’m too lazy to add a few extra paragraphs describing all of the influences that Red Fang wear proudly on their sleeves while they’re rolling joints and slamming cans of Tecate.
Instead, let me lay on a most awesome video for “Wires,” one that shows a running tally of the video costs as they blow it all on smashing into shit with a we-tote-the-note used car purchase.
It’s good enough to get you to consider purchasing Murder The Mountains, but listening to it without the visuals will be enough to get you to stake your claim directly in front of the stage the next time Red Fang stroll into your town.
