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Album Reviews: Erik Larson, Favorite Iron, Siste Latter & Measwe EP

Posted in Reviews on September 23rd, 2021 by JJ Koczan

In a career arc that spans over three full decades, Richmond, Virginia’s Erik Larson has contributed to a range of acts from Avail to Axehandle, Alabama Thunderpussy to Backwoods Payback, Birds of Prey, Hail!Hornet, The Mighty Nimbus, on and on. Currently found in Omen Stones, Roy Batty and Thunderchief — at least two of whom have new material in progress, if not all three — he is a multi-instrumentalist, vocalist and songwriter, entirely capable of serving as frontman or propulsive drummer, and in the case of his solo work, he often functions as a one-man band.

His best known solo outings are probably 2003’s The Resounding and 2005’s Faith, Love, Hope, both of which were released through Small Stone, and in 2013 and 2016, he followed with the Garrett Morris (Windhand)-produced A Dedication and Haura, prior to joining Backwoods Payback for a pair of LPs and numerous tours. On Sept. 17, he released two new full-lengths and an EP, playing entirely solo on Favorite Iron (some guest horns aside) and Siste Latter and bringing in two drummers for two tracks each on the four-song Measwe. Each offering was produced earlier this year in a different studio, and each follows its own path forward.

In whatever incarnation a given outing might have him working, it is the work that is defining. Larson‘s voice, sometimes clear, sometimes guttural, is distinct even among throatier deliveries, and much of the Southern metal that comes through in his style derives from aesthetic he helped shape. There is little mistaking his presence generally, and his own material is very much that.

Erik Larson, Favorite Iron

Erik Larson Favorite Iron

Co-produced by Larson, with recording and mixing at Minimum Wage by Lance Koehler in Richmond, the 10-song/45-minute Favorite Iron offers surprises from the moment the horn-quartet kicks in on opener “Backpage,” a stated homage to front-of-house manage/recording engineer John Hopkins (Sleep, Bongzilla, Melvins, etc.). Whether it’s the acoustic “In the Threes” and “OVFNI,” the latter digging into moody grunge melody, the Southern-style heft of clean-sung second cut “Darker Blue,” the hooky “Off With That,” “Starting Who?” and the especially hard-hitting closer “The Heavies” — a fitting bookend to “Backpage” sound-wise — or a punk rocker like “Middle Age,” the album works in sets of three songs each the establish a flow across its entirety. “Backpage,” “Darker Blue” and “The Dr. is In” provide the surge at the beginning with “In the Threes” as the 1:45 outlier, then “Middle Age,” “Off With That” and “OVFNI” move between hardcore and friendlier punks before “S.O.T.S.O.G.” — a cover of UK heavy rockers Blackrock from their 2002 EP, Clutching at Straws — shifts into the final duo “Starting Who?” and “The Heavies” to rage, crash and ultimately feedback out. The opener is the longest track (immediate points), and the closer slams meanest, but in between, Favorite Iron‘s songs are a journey to be undertaken, united by songwriting and production even while careening, elbows flying outward, through deceptively encompassing breadth.

Erik Larson, Favorite Iron (2021)

Erik Larson, Siste Latter

Erik Larson Siste Latter

Shorter on runtime, but big on grit, Siste Latter was tracked in Asbury Park, NJ, with Pete Steinkopf (Bouncing Souls) co-helming at Little Eden Studio. The title is Norwegian and translates to ‘Last Laughter,’ so fair enough. “Wanted as We Were” builds in intensely, but is more about swing than pummel in its groove, and the exclamatory “It’s a Caper!” — which is about as close as Larson comes on any of these releases to sounding like Backwoods Payback — actually isn’t the most exclamatory song on the outing, as following the acoustic interlude “Happy Accidents,” “Little Boogie” emerges as willful in its good time. Opening chug gives way soon to a bouncing riff and churning chorus, out of which come a series of “woo!” and other shouts, even a “c’mon!” included, though as he’s the only player on the outing, Larson‘s essentially talking to himself, rather than a band behind him. One way or the other, the track is a blast, and easy to imagine it coming from a stage. It finishes even short of its 3:48, and tape hiss stops as a transition to the acoustic-led “Pull the Brake,” — “Pull the brake/Let me off/I ain’t quittin’, I just stopped,” the standout lyric — which weaves electric guitar in with its strum and cymbals, the vocals forward and natural-feeling. The finale, “Zelig Aspirations,” splits its six and a half minutes between driving dirt rock and foreboding acoustic guitar with effects-laced cymbals behind, gradually incorporating electric distortion which ultimately caps, feedbacking into a quick fade. Debate EP/LP if you want, the bruises are there just the same.

Erik Larson, Siste Latter (2021)

Erik Larson, Measwe EP

Erik Larson Measwe

“Front of House” leads off the four-song/16-minute Measwe with echoes of “Backpage” from Favorite Iron in its John Hopkins homage — “I’ll never see you again/I’ll never hear you again/Say to me/’Do your thing'”; the last lyric also having appeared in “Backpage” — which sees Larson joined by drummer/recording engineer Jordan Faett (Paper Trail) and drummer/bassist Buddy Bryant (Dirt Merchant) for an even more complete-band feel. Faett and Bryant alternate between “Front of House,” “AsWas,” “Old Friend” and “Indipleading,” and both suit the rough edges of Larson‘s riffs well, whether that’s the rush of the noted chorus to “Front of House” or the still-hardcore-kids cap put on the ending of “Indipleading.” Between them, “AsWas” is brooding where “Old Friend” is more spit and nastier in its shove, but the bottom line with Measwe — also stylized all-lowercase: measwe — is that where Siste Latter and Favorite Iron pull back on the heavier intention, the EP simply doesn’t have time for it. The tradeoff is a more intense listening experience, and in working with other players despite still being responsible for the entirety of the songwriting, there’s an energy to the EP of its own, but if Larson is trying out bandmates, he’s got his work cut out for him. “Indipleading” finishes with a sudden few snare taps, quick hits, and leaves a heavy silence afterward, making it clear that despite the 20 songs across these three releases, this might be more beginning than end. So be it. Hopefully, anyhow.

Erik Larson, Measwe EP (2021)

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Notes and Pics From the Small Stone Showcase in Philly, 09.24.11

Posted in Reviews on September 25th, 2011 by JJ Koczan

I woke up at the hotel in Philadelphia yesterday late, after a disturbing dream of a sexual nature and saw, in the angled mirrors of the bathroom, the burgeoning bald spot on the back of my head for the first time. That was a bit of a bummer, but the day picked up from there. I was ridiculously, laughably exhausted after night one of the Small Stone showcase at The M-Room, but with one more night to go, it wasn’t quite time to punch/crash out yet.

Taking the bus down for the day, The Patient Mrs. met me in town (this weekend is our wedding anniversary) and we loafed around for a bit before eventually settling in to do some work, and then eventually I dropped her off at the 30th St. Station, so she could head back north and I could run over to the venue for the start of the show. I’ll confess that despite having seen the Brian Mercer poster above on more than one occasion, I didn’t even remember who was first on the bill, so when I walked in, it was a bit of a surprise to hear Ironweed playing.

We’ll begin with that:

Ironweed: Of all the acts on the Small Stone roster, they’re probably the one I’m the least a fan of, but I’ll hand it to the Upstate New Yorker double-guitar four-piece anyway and say they were tight as hell. Their stuff is just on the other side of commercially accessible from what I really get down with, but they do it well, and though I haven’t listened to their Your World of Tomorrow album since I reviewed it back in April, I still recognized some of the songs from it. That alone should say something about the strength of their songwriting, wherever how they use it might lie on the spectrum of my personal taste.

The Might Could: Don’t even like Pantera anymore. Despite not being able to stand too close to the stage on account of the formidable body odor emitting therefrom, The Might Could were loud enough that I could’ve probably sat on the on-ramp to I-95 a few miles down the road and still heard them. Both guitarists/vocalists Erik Larson and TJ Childers played through full  stacks, and though I think going on earlier didn’t necessarily suit the band’s performance — bassist Rob Gouldman (ex-Lord) mentioned from the stage several times they wanted drink tickets — they killed. There should’ve been more people there to see it, but the songs, the tones, the mix of Southern, stoner and sludge made The Might Could‘s set stand out. They were loose and clearly wanted to be that way, but sounded even fuller live than they did on their self-titled, and Ryan Wolfe started off a string of insanely good drumming that lasted the rest of the night.

Throttlerod: Kevin White continued that string that Ryan Wolfe started, and added a more technical sense to it, some theory to go with the speed. There were different styles throughout the evening, and with people doing different things musically, it’s hard to say who was the best, but White was up there, whatever metric you might want to use. Aside from rocking, Throttlerod‘s set was fascinating because of the noisy course the band’s sound has taken over their last couple records, Nail (2006) and Pig Charmer (2009). Seeing northerners take on a Southern aesthetic is nothing new, but the Virginian three-piece — which as of Pig Charmer featured Brooklyn-based bassist Andrew Schneider, also engineer and co-founder of Coextinction Recordings, who was absent — have gone the opposite route, adopting a start-stop crunch that’s straight out of the classic Amphetamine Reptile playbook. With guitarist/vocalist Matt Whitehead adding melody vocally, it’s a distinctive mix.

Gozu: Their spot on the bill was a clear indication that Scott Hamilton, owner of Small Stone Records, wanted to feature them to the crowd. Otherwise, Throttlerod has been around much longer and The Might Could, though a relatively new band, have added clout owing to their pedigree (Childers plays drums in Inter Arma, Ryan Wolfe was signed to Relapse with Facedowninshit and Erik Larson was in Alabama Thunderpussy), but to Gozu‘s credit, they earned their spot. One of the best aspects of their 2010 Small Stone debut, Locust Season, was the vocals of guitarist Marc Gaffney, and on stage at The M-Room proved no different. Locust Season flew under a lot of people’s radar, I guess because it seems like Gozu came out of nowhere with it, but the record was really strong, and the memorability of the songs held up. Gaffney, playing through a custom Matamp (I think) with “GAFF” on the faceplate, was joined on guitar by Doug Sherman, whose high-slung guitar, angled ballcap and stage demeanor was right out of the New England hardcore scene birthed in Gozu‘s Boston home. Still, with the two guitarists, it was bassist Paul Dallaire‘s low end that dominated the live mix, and coupled with Barry Spillberg‘s intimidating performance on drums, there was no question the band was where they belonged. They played a new song — I believe Sherman said it was called “Bald Bull” (the referential title would be befitting their modus) — that speaks well of what’s to come on their next album.

The Brought Low: Like Suplecs and Lo-Pan the night before, it was my second time in a week seeing Small Stone‘s NYC contingent trio. Their set was mostly the same as it had been in Brooklyn, but at the behest of Hamilton, they also included “Vernon Jackson” from 2006’s Right on Time, which happens also to be one of my favorite songs of theirs. Still, it was the ultra-catchy “The Kelly Rose” from their aptly-titled third record, Third Record, that I walked out of The M-Room singing under my breath at the end of the night. Nick Heller continued the night of 1,000 tom hits, and Bob Russell and Ben Smith did right by material both new and old. “Army of Soldiers” was again a killer inclusion, and though it was enjoyable on their Coextinction EP, I hope it winds up on their next album, because it’s worth highlighting and pressing to disc. They had a couple classic Brought Low barn-burners going, and that was right up there with any of them. It wasn’t like I was dying to hear those songs because it had been so long since I’d seen the band, but The Brought Low never fail to please, and Philly was no exception. They tossed around a few joshing Civil War references (a new shirt features the visage of Ulysses S. Grant) in the direction of The Might Could, and it was another enjoyable — day I say “fun?” — set from a rock band in total command of their style and playing.

Roadsaw: They were simply too big for the stage they were playing on. It was my first time seeing the mainstay Boston foursome of vocalist Craig Riggs, bassist Tim Catz, guitarist Ian Ross and drummer Jeremy Hemond since the release of their self-titled back in January, and the quality of those songs was palpable standing in the crowd, much of which had stayed late. There was a second or two there where I thought Riggs — who is a madman on stage — was going to fall right off, and likewise where I thought the microphone which he spins from the cable, was going to pop off the cord and hit someone in the head. Neither happened and the excitement was located entirely within the set, which is fortunate at least from an injury perspective. It was approaching 2AM, which was closing time for The M-Room, so they clipped a few songs off the top. Riggs said after they were done that they prefer it that way anyhow, short and sweet, and I didn’t hear anyone else complaining. Since coming back to active duty with 2008’s See You in Hell!, Roadsaw have emerged as being among a small number of masters of the heavy rock form, and between the Roadsaw record and the showing they gave in Philly, I’d say that anyone across the Atlantic who happens to catch them on their upcoming run with Dixie Witch and Sasquatch would be lucky to do so. A near-perfect combination of energy and experience, and probably the most fitting end the Small Stone showcase could’ve had short of a Halfway to Gone reunion. It was right on right from the start.

But when it was over, it was nigh on ridiculous o’clock, and with the two-hours northbound ahead of me, I made a quick exit and beeline back to the car. I managed to cut some time off the trip (am I the only person who races to shave minutes off their GPS?) and, by some amazing coincidence, fell into bed just in time to completely conk out. It was a hell of a week, and a hell of a weekend, but it capped just right. I won’t be able to make the Chicago showcase next weekend, but it’s Freedom Hawk, Gozu, Sasquatch, Backwoods Payback, Lo-Pan and Suplecs on Oct. 1, so if you can make it, consider this post and yesterday’s a hearty recommendation to do so.

Thanks to Scott Hamilton and all the bands for making it a killer time, and to The Patient Mrs. for being the kind of lady who doesn’t mind it when she calls her husband to say happy seventh anniversary and The Brought Low is rocking in the background.

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Takes a Band from Virginia to Make Me Wish I Was in Massachusetts in January

Posted in Whathaveyou on January 6th, 2011 by JJ Koczan

Go figure.

I was thinking of catching Richmond Southern specialists The Might Could at Acheron in Brooklyn on Saturday, where they’re playing with two bands I’ve never heard of and thus care very little about. Tooling around the internets today and what do I see but that the very next night, they’re sharing the stage in Allston, Massachusetts, with Black Thai, Gozu and Riff Cannon — which, if you need me to spell it out, is a fucking awesome lineup.

Because I’m jealous, here’s the flier. Dig its informative minimalism:

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The Might Could: Bullshit Need Not Apply

Posted in Reviews on December 2nd, 2010 by JJ Koczan

Formed at the behest of drummer Ryan Wolfe (formerly of Facedowninshit) upon his moving to Richmond, Virginia, the double-guitar riff specialists The Might Could – who seem to have added their “The” since last I looked – make their full-length debut with a self-titled album on Small Stone that seems to work solely on one ethic: No bullshit allowed. Driven by the guitar work of TJ Childers (Inter Arma) and Erik Larson (Parasytic, Hail!Hornet, ex-Alabama Thunderpussy, etc.), Wolfe’s drumming and the low end of bassist Rob Gouldman (Lord), The Might Could deliver 10 tracks of no-frills Southern metal, making no bones about their influences, their ethic, their love of solos or any of it. Both Childers and Larson handle vocals — the latter in the lead spot for most of the songs — and I’d have to blow into a tube to be sure, but I think I may have gotten drunk just listening to it.

The Might Could, as a debut, is somewhat rudimentary, but like Larson’s earliest work in Alabama Thunderpussy on albums like Rise Again and River City Revival, there’s a raw charm to the material here. The album opens strong and heavy with the six-minute “Stone Colossus” and keeps that vibe going to varying degrees across the next three tracks. I wouldn’t call The Might Could stoner metal, but some of that groove is undeniably there on “Stone Colossus.” “Wretched Wraith” is shorter, meaner and more punk, but still follows the riff, Wolfe’s snare about as far forward in the mix as it can get without poking an eye out. As one of the longest cuts, “The Night They Shoot Ol’ Dixie Down” at 7:13 brings back the mid-paced dueling guitar of the opener (killer solos abound), Larson and Childers meshing well together sonically and offering just enough range in tone to be distinguishable one to the next. I had to turn the bass up to hear more of Gouldman, but once I did, the balance seemed just right and I suspect it was more my stereo than the mix.

As the chorus of “I Don’t Even Like Pantera Anymore” is also the title line, the song was bound to be a highlight, even if The Might Could hadn’t filled it with whiskey chug and screams that I’m pretty sure are just there to make fun of Phil Anselmo. All in good spirit, I assume. Things slow and mellow with the ballad “When the Spirits Take Control,” which thankfully offers some payoff to its build in the by-now familiar form of a guitar solo and resurgence of distortion. It’s not one of The Might Could’s finer moments, but it needs to be there, and without it, the record would probably come off as one-dimensional or too single-minded. Plus, it sets a precedent, should the band decide to try more of this kind of thing on subsequent albums, and leads well into “Mad Dog Blues,” another burner of barns with one of the catchiest choruses The Might Could has to offer and a little more of the punk/hardcore edge that reared its head on “Wretched Wraith.” I’m not saying it’s Social Distortion gone metal, but if The Might Could wanted to start covering “Ring of Fire” too, that’d probably be alright.

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