Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Talking TRIGGERFINGER

*THE SYNDICATE DOES NOT EXIST*

Could a tsunami in any context ever be called beautiful? Well if it can then Triggerfinger’s new album could be described a beautiful tsunami of riffs, rhythms, rock plus a few other goodies. 

Certainly the album open and closes (Game and Master of all Fears respectively) with two mutant Led Zeppelin masterclasses in riffing and bottom end rock that could flatten cities faster than a drunken Hulk. This is heavy gear. 

The bluesy monoliths of sound that Triggerfinger unleash are meat and potatoes for them and good as they are there’s a limit. So there’s a touch of glam with Perfect Match, mixed with pumping Rushlike title track and the spacey Off The Rack.


What’s at the heart of the band is the palpable chemistry between the members; the interlocking of the drums, guitars and bass just sounds so natural, and not a cynical well buffed machine. And in full flight as on And There She Was Lying in Wait you just lie back and let them ride over you. Shouldn’t forget that they are not an instrumental band and that they have a versitile singer in Ruben Black.

No one who’s familiar with Triggerfinger is going to be disappointed with this release; the basic bases they operate in are all covered. They are not predictable though and there are a few googlies in there – try Off The Rack and Halfway There - that should ensure the album a long residence in the CD tray.

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