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Chickenhawk Chickenhawk

Mon 1st September 2008


Gareth

/incoming/chickenhawkst145.jpg"Hey, what do you do for fun?"

We've been waiting a long time for this one. If this album were a friend you were meeting at the pub, you'd greet it's eventual arrival with a sarcastic bout of watch pointing and an demand they get some drinks in. Still, it's here now, and if the delay alone wasn't enough to generate a buzz of interest, the 'Hawk boys' cheeky faces surely would. I only hope new drummer Matthew is as much of a cheeky scamp as the rest of the boys. Describing the band's sound is a little more difficult, veering as it does between as many musical reference points as there are minutes in their songs. It's a low end barrage of riffs and big bass and drums, touching base on everything from grunge, modern metal and Sabbath. Vocals have been described as having similarities to David Yow, which is fair given their range throughout the album, albeit a range at the more unhinged end of the scale.

An age after pre-ordering, it hit my doormat one day when I'd all but forgotten it and my initial excitement had almost waned. Thankfully, it's all you expect. And a bit more too. First off, 'Dude-a-Tron' opens the album with an unexpected (unless you already knew about it) blast of simple but effective disco tune, complete with handclaps, electronic drum rolls and throat shredding vocals. I'd love to put this on at the local 80s bar. Business as normal as of next track 'Piglosaur', rolling along in true Chickenhawk style on the back of some impressive drums and setting the tone for the rest of the album, plenty of low end guitar chug, slippery bass and with an Mastodon-esque harmonized guitar descent.

'Minus Infinity Killswitch' starts with some delicate acoustic guitar picking, giving of vibes of Kyuss' 'Space Cadet' before settling into a more classical vibe, undercut with some ambient reverb sounds before kicking back into more typical metal fare, with the boys crazier sides coming out in the breakdown, set out by some ludicrous tapping and blastbeats. More oddness with 'Duel-a-Tron', where the distorted guitar gives way to some country style picking. As throwaway as these sections are, they're a welcome break from the constant fist in the air rock.

The only thing people might not like about the album is when the riffs start flying and the band get going into full on metal mode, the similar tempo of some of the tracks give a lot of the album a very similar feel. Still, when it's a feel that makes me want to run all the way to work drop-kicking chumps in the face on the way, that's a good thing. A bit more experimentation next time and they'll have a boner fide classic. One two, fuck you indeed.

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    •  Amy BAmy B
    • Add your comments here!
    •  RobHawkRobHawk
    • thats a lovely time, thanks gareth...........
    •  GarethGareth
    • You corrected the spelling, it said "boner fide" on purpose!
    •  RobHawkRobHawk
    • hahaha, amazing...........that definetly should've been left in.....
    •  GarethGareth
    • Time to abuse my editorial powers....
    •  RobHawkRobHawk
    • 100% and yes Matthew is a very cheeky boy
    •  Amy BAmy B
    • Gareth says:
      You corrected the spelling, it said "boner fide" on purpose!


      sorry couldn't decide if it was a bad joke or bad spelling!
    •  GarethGareth
    • Amy B says:
      Gareth says:
      You corrected the spelling, it said "boner fide" on purpose!


      sorry couldn't decide if it was a bad joke or bad spelling!


      Neither woman.
    •  RobHawkRobHawk
    • lets do a mosh
    •  RobHawkRobHawk
    • shop release date is 15th September
    •  RobHawkRobHawk
    • in all those big shops tomorrow.........
    •  RobHawkRobHawk
    • Die Shellsuit Review:

      Listening to Chickenhawk is the aural equivalent of being battered about the head and neck by a huge, feathered monolith whiles simultaneously being cosseted in gentle waves by an ocean of chicken soup. This album is a huge, monstrous slab of post metal (or whatever you want to call it) tempered with epic, swelling grooves.

      Obvious references would be Big Black, Melvins, Mr Bungle, Black Sabbath… You know the score. Distorted, buzzsaw guitars lock into throbbing bass grooves, all held together by clattering syncopated drums, and topped off with some quite frankly loopy vocals, ranging from a guttural howl to a throaty whisper, and pretty much everything in between. There are moments of sheer chaos, where you can’t help but wonder just how the band makes it all fit together, and there are (occasional) moments of almost normal song. Mostly though, you’ll be enjoying a sonic barrage of towering riffs and meandering solos, and being really glad that you have something to give your expensive new headphones a workout, even if it is making your brain hurt a bit.

      This album probably isn’t for everyone because, frankly, you’re probably not good enough to appreciate it.

      9/10
    •  mikemike
    • I just reviewed this for Rock A Rolla magazine chaps, it'll be out in the next few weeks, I'll post it up when its published.
    •  RobHawkRobHawk
    • thats a lovely time, thanks mike, so you and Gareth have reviewed it so far, when is Fred doing one?
    •  mikemike
    • He already carved it in a potato, I'm taking him some poster paint and some crepe paper this week, nice times.
    •  RobHawkRobHawk
    • Sonic Minefield Review:

      Chickenhawk’s self titled album is one monstrous slab of brutality filled to the brim with ideas that span thrash, hardcore, metal, and just down right in your face heavy stuff. They even hint on electro on the opening track, this isn’t inductive to the rest of the album mind, but it opens the thing well. That track is called Dude-a-tron and reminds me of Kernkraft 4000 by Zombie Nation but not as annoying and a lot more shouty.

      If you want your head to nod until you have whiplash then this is an album for you. But this is no balls to the wall no brain metal album, it is full of passion and intelligence, with a wicked sense of fun.

      The rest of the album has some massive riffs; Piglosaur has huge clattering drums like some primal beast as the guitar just tear it all up. At times Chickenhawk remind me of a meatier grunge band but not in a throw back sense, they sound fresh and I doubt they look at their shoes as much. The vocals are just as catchy as the riffs and are sung or screamed in an on edge kind of way or melodically harmonised in other places. Minus Infinity Killswitch brings the mood down with some beautiful yet dark acoustic strumming that gives way to some heavy guitar lines that get you stomping around wanting to smash your head into things. Things just get more messy when the absolutely huge sounding My Name Is Egg comes flying out of the blocks like a rampant freak looking for something with darting eyes and a limp. The hushed vocals add menace and then the riffs come back and some kind of chorus happens that sounds like the fragles gone metal, it’s brilliant. Other highlights include Kerosene, which just sounds so cool and catchy with a huge breakdown that twists and turns then drops back into the chorus. Mandarin Grin is blistering, The Pin makes for a freaked out slow jam that drops into beastly territories in a heartbeat. The closer Bottle Rocket shreds it too…

      Chickenhawk RAWK! Hard and do everything you want a heavy band to do; bring the riffs, bring the fun, let loose and unleash some furry with passion so you can just let go and let it consume you.
    •  RobHawkRobHawk
    • Organ Magazine:

      CHICKENHAWK – Chickenhawk (Sound Devastation) – There’s so much good music being made at the moment, it is getting close to being overwhelming. We’ve been waiting for this one to drop though and we’re pleased to say they haven’t let us down. Urgent schizophrenic discordant alt.metal from the North of England that’s kind of near planet Melvins or maybe the lands of Harvey Milk, Oxes, or Jesus Lizard - extra English grit in there with their sometimes locked-on groove though, something different that you get from absorbing from over here rather than over there. Nice meaty opening there and off the four of them go from the start – raw riffs, jarring angles, surging, relentless, on your toes and in your face. Sabbath riffs, Black Flag rawness, metal dropped with a raw punkified attitude. Loose production, real feeling, dangerous edge, gritty – and you just have to move with their abrasive groove. A band who aren’t afraid to take a risk and make a mistake along the way, sounds almost improvised, whatever they’re doing they’re doing it right. There’s a lot of adventurous detail in here, more revealed with every repeat play. Chickenhawk are far too unobvious and far too unconventional to be just a metal band, but then again this just might be the British metal album of the year. Oh yes, that good, a therapeutic scrape across your mind that’ll trip you up and skin you knees