TK Webb & The Visions: Ancestor

By: Dennis Cook

Beginning like some snarled electrical storm that blew off Jim James’ back porch, growling, “There’s no use wastin’ your time/ But that’s not what the freakers on the bleachers say,” TK Webb & The Visions grind out some of the smartest hesher rock since Kurt Cobain pushed needles into the red. Peter Frampton, Ronnie Montrose and other bare-chested ’70s six-stringers spring to mind as the band wends their way through non-ironic, amp testing passages, holding onto to melody even while they slip feedback their phone number. “God Bless The Little Angels,” from the lofty title on down through the slow picked, echo-laden intro into the sturm und drang-y main body is pure “Man On The Silver Mountain” Ritchie Blackmore stuff, and to Webb’s credit he pulls it off. Sincerity always works wonders when plumbing the depths of hard rock past, and there are no arched eyebrows or sly winks here, which makes “Closed Captioned Slang” and “Dreen Drone Death” the best things to blast out the window of your Camaro in many moons. Ancestor (released September 2 on Kemado Records) gets slightly more appealing with each visit, a grower where individual cuts may not always stand out but the overall mood is pretty superb – depths of the soul howling, befuddlin’ guitar mangling and the most classic o’ classic rock foundations. Turn it up!

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