Rock and roll has taken many forms over the years, evolving with the times and adapting to changing tastes and the moving zeitgeist. But it has always had a few basic elements at its heart, no matter what fad or fashion is defining the finer, surface form – essentials such as roaring riffs, pounding drums, grooving basslines, fist-in-the-air anthemics, and foot-on-the-monitor swagger. Sometimes it is good to get back to basics.
“Milk and Honey” is the sound of the basics being driven hard. I’m not saying it is a simple or unpolished song, and if it is the latter, that is through creative choice. No, this is rock and roll doing only the things that you need rock and roll to do, and no more. Remove the filler, keep the killer. And the result is a kille indeed – raw, clean-limbed, and fucking glorious.
Here we find Verticoli in a rabble-rousing, politically bellicose, storm the barricades, sort of mood, not advocating nuanced solutions or policy compromises, but more looking to the, to quote Corporal Hicks in Aliens “I say we take off and nuke the entire site from orbit. It’s the only way to be sure” sort of solution.
However, we are all coming to the same conclusion, but until we can get the space marines on our side, for now at least, what you have is a great two-finger/middle finger (choose the culturally appropriate gesture for your part of the world) salute to it all, courtesy of the meanest, most muscular, gritty, grinding, and groovesome sonic delivery system.
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