Warlocks
Heavy Deavy Skull Lover

I was taken aback by the latest Warlocks album, pleasantly taken aback. And it also hurt me. It's not easy to get into the unhealthy atmosphere in which "Heavy Deavy Skull Lover" is immersed. Electricity saturates the air, shakes you inside, you find yourself in an abandoned industrial warehouse, lit by faulty neon lights. Debris on the dirty floor, drug abuse, second-hand amphetamines and hallucinogens, bad vibrations.

It starts with "The Valley of Death". There are similarities with certain disfigured Radiohead songs, while the sense of abandonment and desolation that permeates much of the album begins to be felt. A bitter-tasting sensation that emerges from the sea of feedback. When the noise becomes rampant, I let myself be bombarded. Many important names from the past come to mind, think Jesus & Mary Chain, Spacemen 3, Suicide. It's a mountain of distorted and paranoid sound, as if all your worst fears were raising a stunning wall of fuzz-acid sound. It hits me in the stomach. Psychedelia that twists around itself, and when "Dreamless Days" opens, it's to make you realize an ugly truth. Negative images come to mind, you can't see the light at the end of the tunnel, traveling without knowing when it will end, in what you think is the worst place for you.

I'm convinced they have a direction, a path towards an unknown destination to us, a spiritual journey that begins with pain, helping to regain stability, to give the right weight to things, to grow. An unstable album, a transitional album, an album played to exorcise one's demons. A sincere album, desperately sincere.