Missouri’s answer to the dark side of Lynyrd Skynyrd, Shaman’s Harvest conjure up their sixth offering giving us the wild-eyed, attack ready stare of a coyote on Red Hands Black Deeds. They take an analogue approach to recording, shunning digital, making every sound you hear and don’t hear.
The record is blanketed in conceptual darkness with ceremonial testimonials. Songs dipped in a steaming vat of Missouri flavor told by haunting words and whiskey scented notes. Like a bottle of aged moonshine with 12 stories to tell.
Music set between darkness and light like the last bits of evening twilight before everything goes black.
The title Prelude starts off in ceremonial fashion, with tribal drums, hymn-like vocals sung like the beginning of an initiation.
Bass begins on Broken Ones rock rattling the speakers. The politically charged The Come Up slams the negativity of social media, fake news and the political atmosphere of the time.
Piano keys start A Longer View taking a more serious, somber tone. Soul Crusher goes straight to Sunday morning church with the blues choir, gliding in with a slow steady slide on the frets with a lil’ Texas sunshine. Lyrics go down like smooth whiskey and sweet wine.
Off The Tracks takes a backwoods turn with a nice hoedown jig. The bayou spirits are invited to crossover and indulge. Long Way Home bangs out single blues notes, acoustic in the style of a Cajun queen.
The Devil in Our Wake lurks with crunching notes and approaching drums into cauldron-like guitars.
Blood Trophies celebrates conquest with wailing guitars. So Long gets greasy and grizzled prolonging the pain.
Acoustics simmer hot tempers on Tusk and Bone with stories of past victories hung as lasting trophies sung by modern-day scribes.
Scavengers’ muffled vocals bring forth all manner of mysterious sound, ending the tribal experience.