An aura most bands perpetuate resembles the music they play but sometimes the band relies too much on how they are perceived, not what is heard. Additionally, bands with an aura – or perceived identity – is mistaken uniqueness, with nothing more than unnecessary flamboyancy associated through music. On the other hand, when a band is genuinely influenced by who they are as musicians and the music is affected in a positive manner, you have the ingredients of perfection.
One band that crashed through the music scene as a talent laden juggernaut is Australia’s very own Wolfmother. Formed in 2000, Wolfmother’s first self-titled album Wolfmother impregnated the rock genre with perception altering rock music. With heavy chords and organized yet delicious chorus riffs, Wolfmother succeeded as an original band amid Pop annoyances and Country Rock atrociousness. Their second album, Cosmic Egg solidified the public’s enjoyment of who they were in addition to the ear bleeding volume they ought to be listened to. Cosmic Egg was indefinitely a blip on the map in terms of national presence, but with everything that was stirred in the pot to make these songs shine, it’s a shame Cosmic Egg isn’t more than it is.
Cosmic Egg is a delight in terms of distorted hard riffs, continually playing behind the gorgeous voice of lead singer Andrew Stockdale. With songs like “Pilgrim” and “In the Castle”, the listener can imagine flying dragons breathing fire, being rode by a man-beast uniformed in spiked armor, all the while the background is exploding with napalm. This album solidifies an apparent time warp into a time when music was heard, not looked at. Nothing with this album is soft, even when a song becomes downtrodden it still terrorizes every sensibility you own with samurai sharpened melody you beg the rock God’s for on a nightly basis.
More specifically, the song “10,000 Feet” has everything an Iron Maiden, Deep Purple, Emerson, Lake and Palmer, and Pantera fan will enjoy. There is such depth in the opening intro that every sense is in tune with the rhythmic flow that exists in the throatiest of throatiest guitars. This song is likened to the kid who started a hard-rock garage band with their friends and wanted nothing more than a distortion pedal that preceded every other instrument. Grueling amplification with reverberating strings is evident after each lick soothes the hardest rock fan and his/her minions.
There is so much to like about “10,000 Feet” and Cosmic Egg. Furthermore, it’s absurdly apparent that Wolfmother hit the nail on the head with every intro, solo, and wailing end on this album. Do whatever is necessary to obtain this musical mythical destruction of castle walls with flaming arrows known as Cosmic Egg. The God’s will be pleased.