Call it alterno-metal, call it arty rock, whatever, this is classy stuff, imagine if U2 were actually any good, mix it up with a funky mysticism and the coolness of say I love You and you have Last Crack, a religious metalfest enshrouded in mystery, darkness and all things nice.This is a strange record, there's no doubt about that, but it's one that didn't deserve to be lumped in with the early '90s new metal crowd, because Last Crack were simply too classy to conform to a trend, and frontman Buddo way too enigmatic to be caught up in fanciful funk trends, his cooler than cool expression, behind tinted shades, one of messiah-like proportions as the band and their grand sound beat out numerous wickedly dark and intriguing hymns, never really letting on to their ethos but instead drowning the listener in a quagmire of raging musicianship and dream-like lyrics. Where The Front lacked any kind of attitude or perversity in their retro pomp, Last Crack embrace their own arrogance and glide with the angels as well as the demons, churning out a fine variety of unpredictable tracks, whether they take on the form of poetic whispers or sonic booms.
I can only suggest you pick this gem up because attempting to describe the potency of say 'Mini Toboggan' or 'My Burning Time' would be pointless, this is simply a quality hard rock record with lashings of individual and original swagger.
8.5/10
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