Applying thick layers of psychedelic bliss to a powerful rock foundation,
British quartet Swervedriver transcended initial comparisons to shoe-gazer bands such as
Lush and Ride on its 1993 masterpiece Mezcal Head, one of the best rock albums
released this decade.
Informed as much by My Bloody Valentine as it
is the Stooges, Mezcal Head is an eleven-track, 61-minute juggernaut, mind-altering
and deeply satisfying from start to finish. Produced in typical wall-of-sound fashion by
Alan Moulder, the album wrings maximum effectiveness out of a host of inventive alternate
guitar tunings and effects and Adam Franklin's somewhat buried vocals.
Mezcal Head blasts off with "For
Seeking Heat," a propulsive rocker reminiscent to the leadoff track on Swervedriver's
1991 debut Raise. The band obliterates the alt-rock competition with truly
original cuts like "Blowin' Cool" and the nearly seven-minute melodic
tour-de-force "Last Train To Satansville."
Here, impenetrable stratas of guitar tone lower a major boom rivaled only
by Smashing Pumpkins' 1993 epic Siamese Dream (Swervedriver got its first major
American exposure during a 1993 supporting gig with the Pumpkins).
Amazingly, the band never gets carried away with sonic trickery.
Underneath, the raw songs are just as interesting as the effects swirling overhead.
"Duel" builds on a slippery bass line that dropkicks the song into a
head-nodding, major-key chorus. The Pumpkins-esque "You Find It Everywhere" sits
on two chords and afterthought vocals, letting the bass and drums do most of the legwork.
But elsewhere, Franklin's smooth vocals prove much more integral to the
music, especially on the story song "Harry & Maggie." Backed by a dark,
astounding groove, Franklin relates the tale of a stone mason who carves his girlfriend's
name into the gargoyles at the Houses Of Parliament. On the slow, steady "Girl On A
Motorbike," Franklin pursues said girl through the streets of Berlin, swerving to
avoid oncoming traffic.
A lyrical genius? No. But give Franklin credit for trying to separate his
band from the pack of mumbling shoegazers that reigned supreme circa '93.
Swervedriver's sense of grandeur flares up on two lengthy songs, the
eight-minute, effect-drenched "Duress" and the eleven-minute closer "Never
Lose That Feeling/Never Learn." "Duress" is often stretched to more than 10
minutes in live performance, as the band knows just when to fill the open spaces with
fucked-up sounds of their choosing.
"Never Lose That Feeling" is the album's finest moment, drilling
a brilliant, detuned riff into the listener's head, backing off and then bringing it right
back again.
Mezcal Head has yet to be equaled by any psych-rock band, much less
Swervedriver themselves (the band has been dropped by no less than three major labels).
Until My Bloody Valentine decides to rejoin the living, Swervedriver's psych-rock
adventures aren't likely to be bettered.