Sasquatch - 'III' (Small Stone Records) Print E-mail
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Written by Gaz E   
Saturday, 26 June 2010 05:30

sasquatchI made a vow several months ago to only review bands who were named after things that were featured on Arthur C. Clarke's Mysterious World, the cult television show of a bygone age.


With cult band Retro Mustachioed Copper Who Saw Lights In The Sky apparently being on indefinite hiatus, my vow, admittedly made after trawling trashy TV channels and drinking way too much coffee, seemed to be doomed to failure. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw something move in the pile of bad discs that had landed in our mail box. I couldn't be sure what it was, but I had to investigate....


I know little of Sasquatch the band. DNA found in six massive footprints left near a pile of beer cans and broken drumsticks claims to have traces of Keith Gibbs (guitar/vocals), Rick Ferrante (drums) and Jason Casanova (bass). This is the third album from the LA power trio (coming four years after the second album and its awesome Planet Of The Apes inspired art) and, when I cautiously placed the disc into my stereo, the heavy as fuck, fuzzy classic rock that spewed out nearly blew me away. 'Get Out Of Here', the opening track, proved that this band are, unlike the infamous Patterson-Gimlin film, fur real.


I'm guessing that there have been many comparisons between the voices of Keith Gibbs and Chris Cornell but, with the latter seemingly happy to make godawful solo albums, Keith wins by TKO. But yes, you will be reminded of Cornell and Soundgarden at their finest. Call it stoner rock, call it swampy (as Boggy Creek) Southern rock, call it what you will, but if you dig the heavy-duty grooves of Corrosion Of Conformity ('Deliverance/Wiseblood' era), Kyuss and Monster Magnet (check out the track 'New Disguise') then you have a new favourite band. 'Queen' sounds like Gibbs has borrowed Tony Iommi's fingertips with its huge Sabbath-inspired riff. When he's not giving Cornell a lesson in how to rock, Gibbs throws a vocal bone out to Down-era Anselmo.


One album, three men, a dozen dirty rock tunes; this record is highly recommended to all ass-approved_image_lrgkicking cryptozoologists out there.