REVIEW: Devil's Courthouse.

Released almost a year later than expected, Devil's Courthouse is the 7th full length record from the prolific Buzzshackler. Again he shifts his sound, moving from looped samples to a more organic drums-in-the-basement approach.

The vibe of the record is twofold: anger and hope, each resonating over its own side. Ripsnarling from the gates, Invitation, the lone holdout from his previous sound, is the party invite from the pissant himself, his anger from (presumably) love lost redirected at the hapless listener.

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A knock on his door at the appointed hour reveals a small soiree at which the other attendees, invited as targets of his hatred, are sporting nametags reading "The Planet", "Man In A Three-Piece Suit", "Angel On 15th and Summit", "Big Governor", "Stupid Fucking Earth", "Angioplasty Patient", and "Bible-Thumper."

Crawling concludes the first side, transitioning the listener nicely from the scathing to the aching. Nuclear engineers may be tempted to invoke a control rod analogy here.

Buzzshackler's trademark acoustic work returns to prominence on the closing side. Notables include Tuggin' At The Line and Swiss Cakes & Oui, in which his knack for combining beautiful, sorrowful melody with the confession of another interracial convenience store sexual opportunity left undeveloped is largely unmatched in the modern rock literature and further cemented here.

The final song, Fog Machine, its guitar sound arguably derived from a Hendrix exposure or two, is the perfect distillation, dreamlike and disconnecting.

-- Zeus McCloskey
Casual/Causal Digest