If you laughed at Jim Carrey’s ‘Ace Ventura: Pet Detective’ for attempting to slow dance through the hordes of people at that Cannibal Corpse concert, you might want to suggest to him Mammoth Storm. Something slow and sludgy might be easier to dance to….
Mammoth Storm’s Demo 2013 consists of three songs no shorter than 7 minutes in length. Each slow, droning, under-bitten blast is sludgy goodness. In my head, I can picture a hulking, stomping mech warrior with a steel hammer in one hand and a flame thrower in the other, burning and crushing its way through the middle-east, laying further waste to all that has already been wasted. Perhaps its mission is oil theft? (for all those offended by this imagery, check your angry words at the door; I’m not your usual American, as in, I know that more people die each year due to peanut allergies than terrorist attacks).
Moving on, the reasoning for my “middle east” reference stemmed from the lead guitar on the EP’s first track ‘Volcanic Winter.’ It might not sound this way to you (the readers), but to me, it did. And I’m the only one that matters here as I write this thing…right? Muahahaha….
In fact, the entire album gave me that sense of violence and hatred dancing under a big red sun, rippling with waves of heat rising from the desert floor. As the seconds droned on to minutes, I found myself daydreaming to the thumping’s and crashing’s Mammoth Storm has produced from their amplifiers. As I listened, it almost became a strange sort of hypnosis or meditation, but, speaking from my own point of view (or hearing, rather), this isn’t the soothing meditation you might be searching for…the thrumming sensation in my head is speaking to me from my trance…it’s telling me that I had too much wine to drink last night. You’re supposed to drink one glass of wine each night for good health, not an entire bottle, you dummy! (This is why I don’t drink very often).
Anyway, if you’re looking for something heavy, but not of the ban sawing variety, why not give Mammoth Storm a listen? If you’re like me—and you take your metal slow and salty—you might find something worth your short while here. It’s a great place to spend twenty of your (hopefully) well-earned minutes, that’s for certain. This music isn’t going to win any awards for originality, but, if you have some small hollow place in your music library, this band will fill it nicely. Think of it as a thick slab of tough jerky. Hey, your brain needs those electrolytes, no?
Disclaimer: If you break your teeth on a piece of jerky after reading this review, neither this site (The Sleeping Shaman), nor I (Sean Filkins), the reviewer, can be held accountable. Thank you for your time and chew safely!
Scribed by: Sean Filkins