As progressive rock and prog-metal fans, we detest jamming on principal. We like our music to be tight and composed and intellectual, right? The keywords are musicianship, mixing and mastering, virtuosity, and complexity.
Well you'll find precisely none of that on Darediablo's Feeding Frenzy – and yet the damn thing works!
This is retro '70s style hard rock. It is purely instrumental with a trio playing a rumbling bass, a distorted guitar, a retro Fender Rhodes, a smoking Hammond; all driven by aggressive and unrelenting drums. It sounds like a jam session of three very capable masters of heavy, unremitting funkgroove stoner rock with a nudge and a wink to fusion. This is head banging and fist pumping and raw and it rocks. This is guys-kind-of-music played by guys-kind-of-guys for guys-kind-of-guys Geeks and chicks enter at their own risk 'cause this music has balls!.
Go pick up a bass guitar. See how heavy and how long it is? Okay - pluck one of those long, fat strings. Hard. See how heavy that string vibration feels? Now hit the Metal-Master pedal set to DOD for some death metal distortion. Get your buddy on a growling Hammond and start jamming to a jazz-rock groove – and you're getting close to the Darediablo sound.
The music never lets up. There are no ballads or over sophisticated time signatures, yet beneath the heavy foot-tapping almost industrial rhythms and the repetitive simplicity there is enough deceptive intricacy to keep your attention through the 35-minutes and the 11-tracks. And if not – then you can spend the time trying to figure the relationship between each purely instrumental track – obviously devoid of lyrics and obvious meaning – and the sometimes whacky track titles. What do "Red Shoes", "Behold the Panther Stone" "Celebrity Shark Week", and " Crockett & Tubbs" have to do with anything? Ah well - it just adds to the fun.
It's not quite prog-rock, it's not quite metal, and it's not quite fusion; and it's not leaving the CD player for a long time!