Caustic Resin

Body Love Body Hate

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While Caustic Resin delivers the sort of dark, slow, meandering rock that has earned the band the space rock tag, its 1993 debut Body Love Body Hate finds the band members latched to their early, metal roots. It kicks off with "Drone," a song that escalates from an incoherent blur of deep voices and guitar noodling to buzzing metal sludge, displaying the full range of the band. "Semiconductor" is based around a driving blues riff. Singer Brett Netson enters a rant of nonsensical imagery, his voice taking on a mocking tone. Things get ugly on "Chainsaw," a song that details a series of unlawful sexual acts. Where the preceding material saw Caustic Resin walking frighteningly close to the edge, "Chainsaw" watches as the band takes the plunge. Guitars scream, the singer screams, and the drummer slams into his kit as if his life depended upon it (or as if it's all he can do to be heard). A moment of respite is offered by "Cocktails?" (answered later in the record with "Cocktails!"), an amorphous blues-tinged piano wash. "Hollow Trap" finds the band reenacting a tribal ritual. A segment of ghostly voices is followed by sick grunting over crude percussion backing. The situation improves with the Captain Beefheart-like snarl of "Hooberbloob (My Family)" and the psychedelic metal-groove of "Spinedog-Re," bringing the album to a close. Making sense out of all this seems like a futile exercise. At its best, Caustic Resin hones its dark, heavy-handed metal into something worth exploring. Moments like "Hollow Trap," however, will make you wonder how much of this is sincere, and how much is a bad inside joke.

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