Crazed wah-wah solos. Fuzz out the wazoo. Bonhamesque tubthumping. The Nuge. Hell yeah!
These are just some of the notes I found myself making after first contact with the first few songs on Beyond the Sky, the new album by Canadian freedom rockers La Chinga. By the time the slinky rock n’roll of track nine, Feel it My Bones, came around, I decided any form of critical appraisal was basically pointless.
Because what’s the point of crouching near the speakers, notebook in clammy hand, trying to construct some form of criticism of what you’re hearing when everyone else in the room is getting on with the far more important business of wigging out?
You’re right – there’s no point at all.
So while Beyond the Sky is definitely an album to be savoured, revered even, it’s more importantly an album to be experienced and enjoyed. Like some sort of delirious and as-yet-undiscovered gem of the Atlantic Records early seventies back catalogue, Beyond the Sky swings in a way no rock record really has the right to; the sort of swagger that the Black Crowes promised but never quite delivered is evident everywhere on the record, seeping from it’s very grooves, most notably the excellent Keep on Rollin’, whilst the exuberant H.O.W. (Are You Ready) exhumes the corpse of Humble Pie in quite glorious fashion.
At it’s best, Beyond the Sky fuses the pop sensibility of the hair metal epoch to the more studied professionalism of seventies album rock, the upshot being an undeniably irresistible melange of unbridled fun and sure-footed instrumental mastery. A big market for this retroactive market is blossoming at the moment, especially in the UK, but nobody in that rapidly coalescing scene possess even a jot of the brilliance that you’ll find on devastating opening statement Nothing That I Can’t Do.
This is the real deal, brothers and sisters, you mark my words. Quite superb.
Beyond the Sky will be released by Small Stone Records on September 7th.