Nebula - Heavy Psych
The great thing about stoner rock bands is that they invariably deliver; you know exactly what you are going to get before you break the seal on the disk and, in case you were in any doubt Nebula are thoughtful enough to stamp it on the cd in great big letters. Heavy Psych? You betcha!
They do, however, elect to toy with us a little and open the album with Pulse, a relatively gentle number full of flanged and phased arpeggios which could be from an early Cure album, well until the wigged out Hendrix riffs kick in that is. That’s the end of subtlety though and, as if to emphasise the point, Dagger pins you to the wall with some doom laden slabs of six string dark matter.
Nebula may generally have their minds on higher things, group consciousness spinning unchecked across the universe, but occasionally even the best of us will find our thoughts turning to love. If you’ve heard Aphrodite then you’ll appreciate that I use the word love as a pitifully inadequate euphemism for sick, filthy, pornographic sex. This comes drenched in all manner of unidentified gloopy goo – the grinding riffage isn’t subtle but intentions are made crystal clear.
Things take a turn for the completely bizarre with the impenetrable Dream Submarine which sounds like nothing if not Love era Cult as played by a Czech military band. The album then lags a little with some sub Sleepy Sun psychedelic rock but comes roaring back with Crown of Thorns and companion piece Lead Sky which are cranium crunching Sabbath like grooves which demand to be played at arsequaking volume. This is what we’ve come to expect from Nebula and they deliver with a greater degree of reliability than my paperboy. We’ve now reached the apex of the album and it is downhill all the way now, although I must draw your attention to the frankly insane closing track Running of the Bulls which combines white noise and psychotic samples to generate total speaker meltdown. .You wanted heavy psych and they delivered, you can’t say fairer than that.