What with [B]El Niqo[/B] being a devastating meteorological phenomenon, [B]'Galaxy Class'[/B] does indeed have its fair share of whirlwind guitars, thunderous drumming and many more well-weathered mus
What with El Niqo being a devastating meteorological phenomenon, ‘Galaxy Class’ does indeed have its fair share of whirlwind guitars, thunderous drumming and many more well-weathered musical puns. Thank the heavens, though, that El Niqo‘s frontmen – the poodle-haired Hicks brothers – are a little more cerebral than the windswept boogie-rockers that they would seem to closely resemble.
‘Galaxy Class’, though, has its ire doused in the tears of good, old-fashioned melancholia courtesy of the slick hand of Radiohead producer Nigel Godrich – a sadness that may be hackneyed but which, shucks, still occasionally manages to hit the mark.
‘Still The Same’ is a warming example, threatening a vast, overblown psychedelic battery, but instead soothing with a keening, willowing violin. And paradoxically, it’s here that El Niqo threaten to become a greater prospect than their humble bar-room roots in the quiet backwoods of the American Midwest would suggest.
Alas, there’s too much in the way of heads-down rawk here for ‘Galaxy Class’ to articulate that elusive calm at the eye of the storm [I](Enough ‘wind’ already – Ed)[/I]. But at least they know a little sensitivity goes a long way.