Reviews / Album

The Leap Year have perfectly and realistically simulated a gorgeous interpretation of melancholy (one completely devoid of self-indulgence and petty whining) to produce what should really become your new favourite record.

Spirited and joyful performances from a talented kid who will hopefully go on to much, much better things.

It’s an album dedicated to transience, and an interesting, sometimes messy experiment from a band constantly looking wistfully to the horizon.

In many ways an improvement on their last recorded onstage effort Live At The Aragon, Mastodon play with far greater freedom and finger-cracking, nerve shredding intensity. Horn this into your stocking metalheads.

Tired of the ever-changing Snoop Lion/Snoopzilla/Snoop Dogg shenanigans Calvin Broadus won’t stop toying with?

A little patience would go a long way for the outfit, for it seems that is what Vanity lacks.

Eventually, the album gets brought to a close with Absolute Zero and reverb-y drums and of course, you guessed it, ol’ Hammond B3.

It’s an album that provides a massive initial impact, with enough substance to leave one musing well after the moment’s over.

The power of the riff compels thee.