Comets On Fire

Head-spinning, headphone-busting, full-steam ahead -- yes, Blue Cathedral is music for your head. But be careful because Comets on Fire threaten to convulse your body, too. Problem is most physical forms weren't made to withstand the swirling onslaught brought by these Santa Cruz psychedelic alchemists. Hints of the music's origins come in narco-boogie bass lines and carpet-bombing drums, but the guitars are mostly deconstructed into oblivion and the stormy electronic atmospherics gush with mad abstraction. Still, there are songs here, buried in blood and beauty and feedback. This is truly visionary metal.

At the moment, in American psychedelia, San Francisco's Comets on Fire are the ultimate
howl. Officially armed on their third album with second guitarist Ben Chasny, they are Pink
Floyd's "Interstellar Overdrive" incarnate: whorls of guitar shriek descended from the
Floyd's Syd Barrett and coated in Blue Cheer's hot-lava distortion. The Comets expand their
mood vocabulary into campfire raga ("Wild Whiskey") and Quicksilver Messenger... More >