The distinctions of the following tracks are speaking points of there personal. The dynamism and cohesion is fiery, each and every instrument finds its measure of involvement that varies, setting stage for Maynard to wail his pains away. Its right here that the musical structures commence to discover complexity led by vision as the unraveling of guitar licks ques up with a rotating arsenal of grooves and aggression. They flirt with odd time signatures, pull of the odd further beat and title track Undertow exemplifies this exquisitely as its rotation of riffs dismantles itself in a whirl of choppy guitar thrashing that begins shuffling the momentum off beat and evolves the music into a mammoth groove.
I am nevertheless digesting this record, soaking it in, basking in its ambience. Significantly of the charm is nevertheless mysterious but the spark is there and on a song like Flood it is all laid rather bare. They make a dark, grisly, brooding setting out of chunks of tribal drum striking and reverberated voices drifting in and out of concentrate behind dizzying guitars. Their vision is beautiful. It gets a small grimmer on the closer as the band make an unforgiving mockery of religion, pairing a preacher and his crowd with the baas of sheep. Its a further brooding song and its in these surges of atmosphere that I am led onto the magic of their music. I am certain ill develop fonder with far more exposure.
Favored Tracks: Intolerance, Bottom, Undertow, Flood