Published on Nov 1, 2005
Building on two of the more obvious and surefire components of
hard rock, Norwegian hard rockers Mohammed rehash the plummeting
chord strums of Black Sabbath and Kiss and fuse them with early
1980s thrash scene riffing (think Metallica) to come up with their
own bastard offspring from those bands’ glory years —
Blackbomber.
Making no bones about snagging the ten-second signature riff
found on Black Sabbath’s “Paranoid,” the lead song on
Blackbomber, “1973,” aptly sets the tone for everything else
found on their debut with the vocal proclamation that they are
“dancing with the demons tonight.” Vocally,
Blackbomber is essentially all aggro, with enough guitar
hooks and drum fills to differentiate itself from any comparisons
to the death metal scene commonly spawned and thus associated with
the Scandic reaches.
Opening with a guitar wah-wah that makes me think of the Kiss
disco years (i.e. “I Was Made for Loving You”), the track “Obey The
Law” settles into a funk concoction that is pure Hendrix, Iommi and
Hammett — resulting in a vintage sound combining all those
guitarists’ signature multiple time stamps. The formula itself is
smooth enough to confirm the combined talent of the members in this
band; never mind the fact that I can’t find a mention of these
guys’ names on the CD jacket or any website. A band overlooking
such facts on an album release, no less a debut, is maddening if
not downright dubious.
So, whomever the vocalist is refuses to be outdone by his axe
compadres as he voice-synths an approach to the intro of “Silver
Lining,” yielding a
Godfather-like narration which abruptly succumbs to a
tumultuous battery of chord riffing and thrash breaks. The result
of this approach reveals possibly what I am making out to be one of
my favorite angst lines in recent memory with the screech, “I’m
attached to yooouuuuu / Like a glacier to the sun!” Great narration
to this track mixed to a series of varying time signatures makes
“Silver Lining” the intriguing listening opportunity on
Blackbomber — hands down.
Of course this award holds until one hears the track “(Sweet)
Sixteen” as the vocal fury is caressed with backing “sweet,
sweet’s” found throughout the choruses. No ballad here — just pure
finesse to what would otherwise be a song surely confused with
plenty of other simplified hard-rocking song structures.
Blackbomber strikes that figurative chord resonating with me
right out of the gates and doesn’t let go in revealing very few if
any dead spots. Forget the fact that these moose rockers have
effectively vaulted themselves to the top of the Norwegian rock
throne with Gluecifer’s recent disbanding and current maps finding
Turbonegro lost in their ways. I decidedly find it only appropriate
that the rest of the world be wary in heeding the call of who else
lurks in the musical shadows — not only above the Arctic Circle
but below it as well.