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Fogg, High Testament (Tee Pee Records)
CD Reviews: July 9, 2015

07/09/15
By Eric Saeger news@hippopress.com



This Forth Worth, Texas-based roots-metal trio is like Decemberists in a rubber Godzilla suit, firing mouth-laser-beams in any direction that might earn them them respect.s. I mean, the vocals aren’t Ozzy-ish, more reminiscent of the metrosexual wave of apathetic Paul McCartney-soundalike subway fixtures who stared blankly into the endless urban decay while Pavement jammed in their earbuds. But it’s funny, too, intentional or not — the singer screws up royally toward the end of hippy-flute-buoyed “The Garden” and they left it in — maybe they were in a hurry to go watch Teen Mom unironically. But never mind, you want to know what this sounds like, don’t you? OK, the For Dummies version is that it’s like a drunken Beatles jamming all laid-back-like with an even drunker Hendrix (Leslie West to be more precise), 10 times cooler than Jane’s Addiction and thereby useless, but better than — wait a second, ha ha, I almost forgot, there’s some Deep Purple-ish organ on “Mountain,” which is ironic. B-Eric W. Saeger






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