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The members of Clutch are creatures of habit. Their latest release (being number nine) dive right back into the formula which has kept them around for so long (that and their seemingly constant touring). Southern-rock riffs, lyrics about history and odd mythology, as well as distorted guitar solos all equal yet another Clutch album. And that is not a bad thing. They have created a sound that is unquestionably their own. Gone on this album, however, is the addition of keys and a lack of a funk sound. Instead, the members crack up the riff factor (almost ignoring straight power chords for a majority of the album). And in that aspect they have retained their metal roots. Singer Neil Fallon's voice suites the sounds on this album perfectly as the utilize a more bluesy throughout (the opener "Motherless Child"). With Fallon's occasional hard-luck stories ("Let a Poor Man Be" is the prime example of the album's sound) accompanied with the bluesy licks, it's hard to deny the blues influence that has permeated the band's sound in the last few albums. But in the end, it is what it is: a Clutch album. And upon starting it you are whisked away into a dive-bar somewhere in the south where the whiskey is readily available and the air extra smokey. Good times soon follow.
4.0/5.0
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