SLOGGY - Roadmovie

Sloggy - Roadmovie

10 songs
37:35 minutes
***** ****
Hell On Wheels

I won't re-tell Sloggy's amazing background and contributions to the local music scene. Just read the review of The Singles Collection that was released two years ago. Much seems to have changed with Sloggy, and although I don't consider this to be a proper band, as Viviane is singing (with their being lots of instrumentals this time), Renato playing guitar yet Sloggy himself playing all the other instruments, including the beatbox, and naming the band after his own name.

Also, they are not supposed to ever play live, with the new album having been recorded in Sloggy's living-room, on analogue 4-track and 8-track machines. Where most home-recording these days is done digitally with the help of a laptop computer, Sloggy still has the old school approach. His nearly twenty year long experience helps, of course, and compared to his previous compilation, Roadmovie sounds more like a regular album. Starting with the tremendous Viper Sniper Killer, mostly carried by Sloggy's slightly nasal vocals, it weaves a wonderfully fuzzy guitar line over the song. The following Andromeda is one of many instrumental, and they actually work very well in the context of Sloggy's universe that's consisting of everything loud and dirty with a gas fuelled engine. This is what stoner rock should have sounded, with a wild mood instead of droopy lethargy. Dirt Track Romance belongs to Viviane's laconic voice, although the beat box could have come with more variety on this track. And on it goes, alternating raunchy melodic vocal tracks with the dirtiest possible instrumental orgies, but always staying on the regular side of music.

Although in the end only three tracks are instrumentals (several coming with vocal samples), the vocal tracks leave enough room for experimentation. The last three tracks not only maintain the high level of intensity, but even show Sloggy from different sides. Carnet de Route is a languid distorted song with French vocals, like Stereolab getting lost in a stock car race, Junkyard Man shows Sloggy from their most punkish side, and the concluding Pass You By may seem boring at first, but its erotic tension, set over a minimalist lo-fi setting that can hardly be called music, work over the length of five minutes and finally mesmerises you, craving for more.

Roadmovie is not The Singles Collection. Where the debut CD was a song oriented compilation of five vinyl singles, we find more of a concept behind Roadmovie. The songs are longer, and dare to look for ideas in the most different corners. It's totally garage, with lyrics that are screaming cliché, but in the end, this is anything but. Roadmovie is daring, fanciful, not that straight forward but all the more rewarding the more time you spend with it. A soon to be classic for the greasy rock fraction.

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