Sounds | Graveyard & GOAT - Ship Of Fools
- John Van de Mergel
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Nog nooit had ik van GOAT gehoord, maar WOW, deze Zweedse 'alternative psychedelic rockers' maken verdikke héél erg knappe muziek (dankuwel Bandcamp!). Hun invloeden op deze song beperken zich tot backing vocals en wat je de afsluitende, drie minuten durende instrumentale jam zou kunnen noemen. Ik kan me inbeelden dat dit live een héél pak langer zou duren. Verder opnieuw de gekende zéér knappe seventies heavy/blues rock vibes waarvoor Graveyard gekend is. Waarom heb ik echter geen aandacht geschonken aan de eerdere samenwerking waarbij GOAT het voortouw neemt? Dat wil ik bij deze even rechtzetten! Beide song horen nl. samen.
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Swedish rock veterans Graveyard have teamed up with their long time friends GOAT to release a double A-side collaborative 7'' for record store day. While the first track 'Light As A Feather' had its digital premiere earlier this month, today sees the digital release of its counter part, 'Ship Of Fools'.
Both bands blend their sounds into a twin toke of sweat and singe. Born out of a history of house jams at GOAT HQ, the single unwinds Graveyard's more meticulous nature. 'Ship of Fools' unleashes a tsunami of sound, guitars barreling down on the listener with ill intent. The wave crests and quenches, though, leaning into the soul-soaked direction of Graveyard's latest album, 6. Head to head the bands dig towards a stadium sound that’s still slicked with the swagger of the ‘70s, but rolled in more of Graveyard's grandeur than GOAT’s eclectic grit.
The flip side lights up the speakers, less dense than anything either band has hooked into for some time. The jammy approach that inspired the session pays off throughout 'Light as a Feather', soaking up prime-period Stones if they’d aimed for the heart of the sun with Father Yod in the driver’s seat. Sloughing off the shackles of verse/chorus/verse structure, the song picks up mid-ecstatic peak, the listener already in thrall to the groove, simmering in the sway-along harmonies before an acid-butter burner of a solo sends the whole thing rippling out into the cosmos.
