Friday, December 19, 2008

The Phantom Band

ARTIST / BAND: The Phantom Band

SONG (MP3): Folk Song Oblivion

ALBUM: Checkmate Savage


LABEL: Chemikal Underground

INFO:The debut album by The Phantom Band has finally been completed and it emphatically surpasses every conceivable expectation we may have harboured after signing them. A nine track, nearly one hour long mash up of krautrock, swamp-rock and Beefheart-oddness, Checkmate Savage will be one of our key releases of 2009 and it's out in January. The tracklisting is as follows:

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1 comment:

Ross Davidson said...

I was passed a promo of the Checkmate Savage album by someone at work and have the following to say about it...

It is the best album I've heard in absolutely ages, as I toe-tapped my way through its synthy-krautrock-with-a-twist-of-something-sweet anthems (with a little sniff of 70s rock), stopping only to be moved to tears by the stunningly beautiful folk hymn 'Island'. This is a band who seem to have so much to offer and, if any criticism is due, then it can only be that perhaps they are holding back a little on this record (?) for the sake of making a concise and accessible album. Don't take this too negatively- on the contrary, I love the record how it is- my feeling that this might only be the tip of the iceberg in terms of what might have ended up on this lp only fills me with confidence that Checkmate Savage will serve as a neat stepping stone to greater magic with the next one as this promising band find their feet and settle into the public domain. In other words, I have a feeling that this is a band we'll be hearing alot more of.

"rocks and blood, blood turned an oily black beneath the hard northern starlight" were the words used in a great review I just read of Checkmate Savage. Although all the songs are fun and up-beat, varying a great deal in style (eclectic genre-hopping) there is a subtle darkness that pervades. Being from Scotland originally I get a strong sense of an ancient and mysterious beat thudding it's way through the cold earth and onto the lp, or the faint shreek of a banshee echoing from the misty gloaming and through the epic tracks. The faint reverberation of countless untimely deaths, the distant murmur of a free church gathering, a creek and a scratch from the dark foundations of Roslyn chapel and a stain on Aleister Crowley's pyjama bottoms... spooky phantoms, who the heck are you?!