Lust. Love. Loss.
16th June 2015 – Self-released
02. Sea Salt Lines
04. Sweaty and Self Conscious
05. Far From Home
06. Mr Pink Always Wins
07. The Moat
09. Lust. Love. Loss
10. The Light
Abrams - like the director, just with less lens flare - hail from Denver (the city, not The Last Dinosaur). In them, I think I may have stumbled upon Mastodon‘s slightly spacier conjoined twin .
As the opening track of their debut record Lust. Love. Loss. goes through its motions, it’s pretty clear that the band take a lot – and I mean a lot – of influence from the Georgian megaliths. In parts it’s almost identical, and I’m unsure whether this is a good thing or a bad thing; musically it’s solid, there’s no denying that, but every now and again that little voice in your head is telling you that they’re just trying too hard to be another Mastodon, or even Baroness. The thing is though…they pull it off really well.
Perhaps I’m being a little harsh; there is a hell of a lot of promise in this album, and they pull it off really well. There are a lot of little subtleties that’ll quietly make you say “nice” to yourself. To be more precise, it’s when Abrams go off on little tangents here and there that they really shine. It’s like they prod every bit of space, and delve in deeper when the moment is just right. Then of course, there’s the other side, the more aggressive, angry side, which can only be summed up by one word: riffs.
As the album progresses, there’s a lot less “look at me, I’m Brent Hinds”, and a lot more of the band just being themselves, and this is a good thing. Once they find their voice, Abrams are a tour de force in every sense of the phrase, and it boggles the mind that it’s only a 3 piece making so much noise. It’s like what would happen if it was 4:20 all the time at chez The Fall Of Troy; complex and intricate, yet with massive stoner riffs and astral projections.
Truth be told, it’ll take a couple of listens to notice all the undertones that make this album as good as it is. OK, so perhaps there is an element of trying to be Mastodon/Baroness a lot of the time, but when that isn’t the case, the trio are solid. As first albums go, Lust. Love. Lost. is a sterling effort. Let’s hope the next one comes from the mouths of Abrams themselves, and not their noticeable influences.