Crocus have been kicking around the UK and Europe for some time now. But that is in no way presented to you as a negative fact. The best things come to those whose wait, those who build and nurture music, to achieve the best possible result. Don’t believe me? Only interested in whatever hyped-sloppy-bullshit-that-hasn’t-even-played-live-yet is cool this week? Well fuck off then. Look at Throats and Rolo Tomassi – contemporaries of Crocus who built their reputation over a multitude of low-key releases over years of practice and refinement….
Crocus’ history lies in a classic screamo lineage that encompasses everyone from the intensity of p.99 to the epic melodicism of Daitro to the crazed, brutal schizo insanity of The Assistant. However, over time, this is a band that has grown ever more heavy, without ever losing their ‘turn-on-a-dime’ time-changes or melodic nature. We are talking classic rock riffage funneled through octave pedals and metallic distortion. Peaks, troughs and breaktaking undulations.
A true power-quartet, no one element of this band stands out more than another. Frantic (bordering on) virtuoso guitar and bass playing jostle with manic edge-of-sanity but ever-solid drumming, iced with a vicious, angry emotional onslaught of a vocal.
With ‘Our Memories Dress Me In A Dead Lust’ Crocus have presented a concise, epic album that will leave you reeling. It WILL take a few listens to get your head around. But don’t all the best albums?
100 x green/brown mix vinyl + CD
400 x white with green/brown speckles vinyl + CD