Steve Shagwell
By Steve Shagwell for YOUR BAND SUCKS.
Genre: Blues Rock.
Location: Atlanta, GA-USA.
Ah yes, blues rock: the perfect genre for people who can’t perform at 100% in either, so they settle for performing at 50% in both and call it a perfect hundred. It’s also worth noting that rock evolved from blues, making blues rock a case study in arrested development.
Today, we will be looking at a blues rock band from Atlanta, Georgia called Ghost Moths-a very appropriate name, since moths are annoying and the ghost variety in particular inspire a swatting reflex. So, let’s take a walk through their e.p. “Corvid Parables”, which refers to stories about ravens, magpies, and other birds that sound like your mom having an orgasm filtered through her electro-larynx. Or, even more appropriately, this album.
This collection starts with a track called ‘Jackdaw’ and is anyone else not surprised that the song is so stupid it should clearly be spelled “Slackjaw’ but they got it wrong? The song revolves around a riff perfectly made for yuppie roadhouse bars where weekend-warrior Dads who wear polo shirts at their day jobs get together to talk about how ‘based’ everything is and play a badass for the weekend, even though they are walking chick repellent that couldn’t fight their way out of a Chinese lamp and nobody cares anyway.
Following that is a track called ‘Raven’, which is considerably more of a vibe. It starts off slow and dirge-like, which is a fancy way of saying ‘boring as fuck’. It has melody, but then again so does an ice cream truck. The song is about having bloodstained hands because I don’t know, I’m guessing that a murder happened, and it isn’t the murder of good taste that this song executes like an assassin in flow state. It doesn’t really matter, because this band is from Atlanta, and in Atlanta there are so many murders that nobody cares anyway.
The next track, ‘Magpie’, sounds like the backing music in a modern commercial for an investment app or something. Ironic, because this song is a complete loss for Ghost Moths on their investment of time, energy, and talent. Oh, I kid! Ghost moths has no talent to invest! And frankly, based on the level of excitement this song raises in me, they have no energy to invest either.
The next track, ‘Jericho’, is quite a banger-as in it bangs itself into a wall repetitively. And, I might add, the resulting brain damage doesn’t take long to manifest! In fact, by the end, this song is the musical equivalent of that drunk guy who won’t leave the party. Also, speaking of modern commercials, this god damn thing sounds like the backing track in a commercial for work boots or some shit. Which is terribly ironic, given that clearly no work went into the writing of this song.
Mercifully, there is one track left, called ‘Crow’. Very fitting, since crows dig through garbage, which is what this song is; and sound very annoying, which is also what this song is! It has a pretty epic chorus, but Nuclear explosions are epic too-it doesn’t mean anyone wants them.
’Corvid Parables’ is an album about birds, that is for the birds, and will make you want to shoot birds out of spite. I highly recommend it for absolutely nobody.
Facebook: @ghostmothsband
Instagram: @ghostmoths
Spotify: Ghost Moths
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