Something is happening in Savannah.
There's a journalistic cliché about 'sonic landscapes' that gets thrown around when... well, whenever. In response, Baroness and fellow Savannah progressive sludge metal outfit Kylesa are busy making some geographically inclined PR stooges feel pretty fucking dumb. If the usual landscape pushed in press releases is an anonymous middle-class suburb on a foggy day, then the environment created by Baroness is more akin to the band's roots in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains or their current hometown's desert namesake.
There's a plurality of meaning and texture in the band's "tracks" (whether live or recorded, listeners aren't really offered the privilege of the arbitrary repose between movements that this title would imply) that does most of Baroness' talking/landscaping for them. The listener is given no on-stage banter, no road-side directions. They are left with nothing other than a carefully orchestrated aural panorama and the feeling of not knowing where the fuck they are or where the fuck they're going.
They talked to us.
Artwork by John Dyer Baizley
Posted at 17:49, 19th March 2010