Labels: 20 Buck Spin
Review by: Alex Deller
Mammoth Grinder are one of those bands whose records I always check out, whose records I give a good go and whose records I undeniably think I quite like but am ultimately never 100% sure about. Often they start off sounding like the Best Thing In The Universe (e.g. a bit like Dismember covering ‘Ain’t No Feeble Bastard’, as here) but the initial rush quickly wears off and things begin to blurgh into a fairly uniform stream of grey-brown filth. Riffs gallop and chunter while solos go giddy. The singer roars about some stuff. Everything within pummeling range is resolutely pummelled. It is all most amenable, but quite a lot of the time I find my thoughts wandering. But I am not focusing my mind’s eye and imagining my spine being trampled by demonic horses or how I might escape if my ankle was caught betwixt the jaws of a beartrap. No. Instead I am pondering how much it will cost me to get the gutters sorted or where best to purchase a new garden hose. And then I snap back and maybe we’ve hit the stodgy pound of ‘Barricades’ and that’s quite nice for a time. And so it carries on like that until it stops. Nice enough, but, golly, where did the time go?