What’s that word old people sandwich between “sex” and “rock and roll”? It’ll come to me.
Boston’s Death Pesos’ new track is Black Sabbath worship, doom and gloom in groovy metal. Usually musicians that play too close to a seminal influence risk strutting in skins they don’t fully fit in, but every good Black Sabbath worshipper plays themselves. And the difference between good and bad comes down to tone and feel.
Graphic design friends have talked to me about the concept of the “crystal goblet” for good type. That is to say, the best fonts are invisible, utterly unnoticeable so that the reader can connect directly to the content. Good stoner rock and doom metal does not mirror good design. The content is less important than the form. The song matters, but only in how well it serves the choice of sounds.
Death Pesos envelope you with their sound and their heavy hive mind. Though plenty distorted and halloween-y, the guitar tones strike me as pleasant. Comfy cozy. It’s not music that’s supposed to rattle you. I don’t think so anyway–it’s worship. Guitarist Pete Schluter credits some of the tone to its recording methods. He engineered the record, to tape, and says you can hear “the audible stamp of tape compression & saturated tubes.”
As for the song itself, Pete goes on to say it “tells the tale of a man who makes a deal with the devil, but experiences no consequences due to his already-woeful life.”
Drugs! It was drugs I was thinking of.
Death Pesos, 2017.