There used to be a time when you’d read the liner notes before spinning a disc and enter with trepidation if a studio or producer wasn’t mentioned. We now live in an age where 24 track mixing desks aren’t needed. With a bit of computer wizardry knowhow you can create that big rock sound in the comfort of your home. The big rock sound that I speak of is exactly what Bristol quintet Superseed have achieved on their self-titled LP; an album recorded in their garage, fully embracing the DIY path.
Boasting three guitarists and with vocal hooks over the top of great, big walloping riffs, the instant accessible comparison for the lazy man would be Foo Fighters. Whilst that may ring true to a certain degree as I can see Superseed’s tracks being played in front of a modern day festival crowd, there’s a load more stuff happening under the surface. The band wear their influences on their sleeves and it would seem the jacket is owned by an octopus! Their noise is a mixed bag of stoner, psychedelia, 1960s garage, grunge, jangle pop, indie, hard and classic rock. On paper it shouldn’t work, but somehow the West Country men have molded things to create a homage to the past whilst still appealing to the current and future rock audience. For all the full-on licks, Superseed also like to catch you off guard with breakdowns that sound like Hawkwind having a fag break.
At 16 tracks long, the album flows neatly. This old punk head has the attention span of a goldfish, but can still appreciate the vast landscape on which the band have set out to achieve. In short, Superseed have produced a solid album that takes the old, twists its nipples and brings it up to date with a Britrock sound all of their own. Ginge Knievil