This Limerick stoner / southern rock outift took a serious dose of criticism on MI upon the release of their last demo.
It was basic, somewhat sloppy and just generally needing a dose more practise and effort.
Despite the pasting, the guys received the review with good grace, and have moved on to deliver this eight track album.
It may appeal to some fans of the of the doom scene locally, but in complete and total honesty, it still suffers from almost all the problems of the last one.
Opener ‘Smokes Of Doom’ just about sums it up. It’s about smokes, of doom. It has a lyric that runs, verbatim:
“When at home / where’s my rifle / when at home / I eat trifle”
What can you even say to something like that?
‘Wake Up’ starts off promising more, with a slightly more solidified and darker guitar riff. Then the vocals come in, which are invariably late, and appalling. There is however a nice guitar chord hanging at the end of it.
It’s also true that a certain amount of slackness helps Doom on its way. Perhaps ‘Lowdown’ benefits from a bit of this, with it’s slightly vintage, almost Glam Rock bounce.
And so it continues. There’s no pleasure to be had – at all – from kicking Irish acts. Castero have improved marginally on this release, but they’re still an almost galactic distance from being anything near good.
It’s sloppy, ungainly, uninteresting, and basically everything else crap about budget demo music. To the guys, if you’re reading, sorry: please take this without prejudice. I just can’t warm to it.
It could perhaps be good live. On record however, it ain’t great. It’s better than it was before, but if it wasn’t I’d be even more shocked.
– Earl Grey ::: 15/08/10