With the calculated flick of a flailing chain, another asshole takes a tumble from his two-wheeler; his leathers skidding across the cold, hard ground in glorious hopelessness as we overtake with a fist raised and a grin earned. Soundgarden is on full blast now – ‘Rusty Cage’ – as we roar through the ravenous pack looking for the next victim. Note the distant sunrise simmering between those cold-stared cacti, illuminating the desert in an awesome autumn glow, watching the ‘90s unfold.
This is the world of Road Rash, so perfectly sound-tracked by the grungy, psychedelic charm of stoner rock cornerstones like Monster Magnet and Paw. This is the world of burned rubber, open roads and rock ‘n roll. And, if these races were still being run, 1000mods too would be welcome to pick up a solid steel pipe and join the party with the rest of those illustrious thrill-seekers. Here’s a band who obviously worship the church of Sabbath and bath at the altar of Kyuss, determined to keep the free spirit alive, one railroading riff at a time.
Vultures is fucking fun too; there’s no punk-ass sentiment or pedals retracted from the proverbial metal in the breezy 36-odd minutes, just down-tuned delirium basking in the Greek southern sun. ‘Claws’ sounds like it suggests, with its angle-grinder guitars and peppy percussion laying the groundwork for vocalist Dani G to lay it on thick with his shades-down desert drawl. There’s a delicious mid-section that devolves into this myriad of directionless mini-solos too, kept in check by a robust, belligerent bass-line; the perfect companion piece to cracking in some poor bastards visor with a stolen police baton. Virtually, of course.
These bait-and-switches between back seat bass-driven badassery and balls-out riff-rage are essentially partners in crime throughout, like Butch Cassidy & the Sundance Kid egging each other on before leaning back with some smokes. ‘Horses Green’, ‘Low’ and the title track all follow this pattern of off/on contrast, a musical metaphor for real-life vultures patrolling the deep-blue skies in graceful flight before swooping down in high velocity to rip apart an unsuspecting gazelle. Or to continue our prior Road Rash narrative, it’s like getting it in the temple from a cattle prod when you thought it was just you, your nitro boosts and an empty highway.
For those who thought stoner rock died in the ‘90s, 1000mods make for a compelling counterpoint. They revel in a blistering sandstorm of hostile grunge and overwhelming cool, traits that have long exemplified this genre. Just remember to wear your helmet.
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