Dead Confederate - In the Marrow
Record Label: Spiderbomb Records
Release Date: April 30, 2013
Dear Music God,
Thank you for Dead Confederate and their new LP In the Marrow, it's pretty much amazing. Be it the epic seven-minute opener "Slow Poisons," with its unraveling guitar, knotted rhythms and the enveloping vocals of Thomas Hardy Morris; or the steady and lifting stride of the cresting title track, there's little to dislike here.
The bristling and bruised "Vacations" and the punching density of "Bleed-Through" still leave us gasping for breath, but in the best way possible. What's a piece of art worth if it doesn't allow you to suffer just a little bit? And suffer we do. Namely on the ringing "Best of the Worst" and the skittering "Dead Poetry." There's probably a mantle somewhere, be it in the minds of said writer (or other like-minded people) or some music hall in some stretch of this country that might place "Big City Life" and "Winter Waters" as beacons of hope and courage for any struggling songwriter. Vocalist Hardy Morris seems to know exactly what to do and when to do it and he's flanked by a can't miss rhythm section and a rather searing lead guitarist as well. There's organs a-plenty and their lilting affectations are just the kind of thing to take our proverbial battered hearts and make them feel life again.
For those that appreciate it, rustic guitar wailing never goes out of style and thankfully In the Marrow has plenty. Most importantly, the album extends the reaches of their previous effort and makes an even bigger dent. Where those album had holes and missteps, In the Marrow has few, if any. One can certainly chalk up said progress to continued maturation and a very literal progression of their sound, but there's more to it than that. This band has a pulse on what they are and how they do it in a way that is both refreshing and also quite intoxicating. That in and of itself is something to behold and champion. Sure there are plenty that won't find it nearly as amazing as this writer, but that's just fine, for now Music God, color him grateful.