All of us had that album where we would lock ourselves in our room, and let the sweet sound of music nestle us into her bosom. Mine was Radiohead’s OK Computer.
The most righteous element of music is its ability to transport us into a realm, separate but attached, from our earth. The whole and complete albums, AC/DC’s Back in Black, Pink Floyd’s Darkside of the Moon, Eminem’s The Marshall Mathers LP, The Beatle’s Abbey Road, or The Offspring’s Smash, these albums carry us outside of our mind to Christmas Past, Christmas Present, Christmas Future, and scrooge us to dealing with our problems.
Specter at the Feast is a complete album! And it’s honestly BRMC’s first complete album.
I’d be surprised if you haven’t heard a Black Rebel Motorcycle Club song at some point. GO AHEAD This should help you say “Oh yeah, that song was in that trailer for that movie that I saw that one day.” For you, this album will sound introverted and dark.
For those of you who got excited about this article just by the title, this album will sound open and almost extroverted, and dark.
I like to describe BRMC as country rock, with blues and psychedelic sprinkles, two scoops.
But Wikipedia would say they are “known for their garage rock, blues, folk revival, neo-psychedelia” sound. So we’ll start there. This album sounds a lot like a folk revival. Robert Been said “these songs brought us back to life and gave us a second chance.” Which is a great place for musicians to find after sweating, starving, and shitting on the road together for a year of touring. So BRMC took a short break but came back with a force of great new tracks.
Again, the most important quality I hear in the album is the holistic mourning and living that comes out of life’s difficult experiences.
Robert Been’s father Michael, also the sound engineer of the band, died suddenly on tour with Black Rebel Motorcycle Club. You can hear and feel his missed presence mourned over all throughout the album. But each song feels alive and stirring. These songs were written after his death yet it feels like his spirit is churning the butter.
Black Rebel Motorcycle Club has released six albums in their 15 years of rocking. A few of those albums have some of the most kick-ass and admired songs, but often the album doesn’t take you anywhere. If you give “Specter at the Feast” its time, it will wrap you up and warm your bones by the fire. It’ll refresh and purify you.
And it supports Wikipedia’s claim to folk-revival, cause it feels like a gospel. It has its contemplative hymns, and its spirit moving clap-along songs.
With a runtime of 58:42, it’s a hell-of-a-deal. But the hour won’t come easy, because like all great artists it’ll demand your attention for the 58:42, and probably after you’ve stopped listening to it. This live lick of Funny Games displays the enthralling energy that makes their songs so contagious.
I can’t express how much I dig the way this album paced itself. It’s like that faded black 1970 Chevelle 454, roaring slowly as it neutrals down your street. The power and loudness is tamed not by rope or chains, but by keeping your foot off the gas. And despite the faded paint and aged interior, its owner loves the car.
The fuzz and buzz of Specter feels like hot fudge dripping down melting ice cream. The genre’s blend makes atoms combine to form molecules. This album is rad; it’s a Sunday afternoon with a glass of scotch. So go ahead, Lose Yourself
$5- Why are you being stupid, stooped? Go buy it.
Trippy Moment of Specter at the Feast-
When I was told to “lose” myself, I already had, and that was when I first started coming down to reality.