Uncultivates
This Will All Become Clear Later
Like The French Revolution
Do you like cowboys? Do you have a big Everytime I Die shaped hole in your heart? Do you crave a bit of bootscootin’ good time fun? Well, have we got an album for you folks!
Uncultivates are a drunken gang of hardcore cowboys, and they roundly do not give a fuck about, well, anything really! The folklore surrounding this band is almost as big as their riffs and as weighty as their drummer, Boot’s wild west rhythms.
This is emphatically displayed on the devil may care single, “Every Morning I Wake Up On The Boot Of A Different Car,” a hog-slap piece of prime hardcore rage. Elsewhere, Flatley (also a lead single) kicks as hard as a cowboy boot in the rump. Angular and immediate, it’s as imaginative as you’d expect from a band from Cork, sorry, Texas. There’s a vast amount of technical proficiency on display here, but Uncultivates never let that get in the way of a great hook.
Dread First opens with a hearty Woo! That even, WWE legend Ric Flair himself would be proud of and proceeds to destroy your house with hell-bent outlaw abandon. And the blast-beat chaos of Rental Snake slaps you utterly senseless before unleashing a half-speed, gargantuan riff fest of a middle eight. Closer, The Ice Bed Tour Of North America, lurches with the pain of a man whose horse just died, interjected with heartfelt passages of good-time bluegrass.
Then just like that, they disappear, having drunk all your liquor and stolen your money off onto their plane to circle the globe in a bid to avoid taxes.
Yee Haw, well if this ain’t more fun than Better Lovers playing at a NASCAR race, I’ll eat my hat.
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Review By George Miller