In the wake of the Montreal indie rock twee-volution, after the hype subsided and the media moved away, the psych garage rock scene here exploded (but did anybody really notice?). There persists veritable magma here of great, searingly intense, fucked up bands that share a firm foundation in the best parts of garage, punk, psych and greasy rnr. Great music is always busting through, giving teeth to the edges of the scene, inspiring other bands to strive to exceed and avoid convention while still keeping intact what makes rock so compelling and exciting to begin with.
The deceptively loose, rambling rawness of The Demon’s Claws ‘ music wraps everything we love about spooky psych rock and roll and sets it all on fire. The impact of The Defrosting of , a collection of new songs and a couple earlier 7”, is immediate and infectious. The lead track “Fed From Her Hand”’s rumbling echoes of Indian surf and reverb drenched Seeds -style west coast psych. Sick guitar riff feasts adorn “Mona’s Lunch” and “Laser Beams”, vocalist Jeff Clarke ’s high sneer cutting through with ladle-fuls of reverb. They even diverge into the 4ths with the country-noir flavored “Anny Lou”. Rounding out the collection are the phasing pulse of the roller “Fucked on K” and what would sound like a Grateful Dead song if the Grateful Dead were actually a rad band. An absolutely killer slab of psych.
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