Artist: Dredknot (http://dredknot.iwarp.com)
Label: Kenco Enterprises
After listening to selections from my fellow Texans, "Dredknot,"
let me impart that I was immediately overcome with the distinct
desire to go out into the woods at exactly 3 minutes after
midnight and kill something with a Lone Star-studded machete.
This desire is probably best compared to what werewolves
feel at the first light of the silvery moon.
Such impressionable selections from the 5-song EP debut
consist of; "Sick and Tired," "Vicious Cycle," "Justice,"
"Insane," and "Sympathy for Deceit (S4D)."
Not since my review of the "Burn Witch Burn"
project on Razler Records,
have I witnessed firsthand, such raw intense animalistic purging,
giving further credence to the ready availability of soundtracks
appropriate for such horror movies as, "What Lies Beneath"
Now, in the interest of bestowing upon you a bit of colorful
Texas history, let me say that some people in the great Lone
Star state like to, on occasion, find themselves riding a horse
through their hometown butt-ass naked (some people say
"buck"-ass), when they need to expunge a cause, while daring
the cops to chase them or, even worse, frisk them when they
are caught (not all, but some).
As a former police officer, I actually witnessed this ugly sordid
event and believe me...it's *not* a pretty picture by any
But, "Dredknot," appears to be a whole new breed of Texas
cowboy, er, I mean, musician whose soundtrack would really
fit best on one of my favorite new television shows, "Wolf Lake."
Alternatively, the members of "Dredknot" don't appear to be
the best kinds of boys a girl ought to bring home to mother
(at least, not the girls I know), with their vocalese transcending
from what is best described as guttural undertones to
downright blatant overtones of feverishly-pitched wails.
In fact, to put it succinctly, at one point, "Dredknot" just about
scared the hell out of me. I could tell because of the sudden
elevation of hair that appeared on the back of my neck that I
didn't even know was there previously.
Then, contributing to the fear, was that certain feeling you
get in both ears when you have the sudden premonition that
something is awry, and that same something is about to
reach out and touch you, but it definitely ain't AT&T.
In fact, while listening, the "Dredknot" CD almost reminded
me of the week of nights in the summer of 1973 that I spent
shivering from fear under a winter blanket at the risk of
possible heat exhaustion after reviewing "The Exorcist" for
the first time.
Oh, to discover that "Dredknot" is, after all is said and done,
ironically, a group of nice Catholic boys who utter no less than
10 "Hail Mary's" on any given weekday and regularly attend
Sunday Mass. Oh, to discover such indeed.
So, should you find yourself 'spellbound' within the sounds on
the "Dredknot" CD, just keep telling yourself..."it's only a movie...
it's only a movie...it's only..."