Remember when the Stooges decided to play metal? Neither do I but apparently happened and it's called High Confessions and it rules. From the opening track with the humorous title and lyrics "Mistaken for Cops", lead singer Chris Connelly evokes Iggy in a way that's complimentary but not mimicry. Name sound familiar? It's the same Chris Connelly from Ministry. Ever heard of Steve Shelley? As in Sonic Youth Steve Shelley? That explains the post-rock experimentation. Sanford Parker from Minsk and Jeremy Lemos from White/Light round up the band to bring out a solid and unique sound. Not for the faint of heart, most of the tracks off this album are well over 10 minutes long and often feature, and in the example of "Along Came the Dogs" feature long periods of drone and weird vocals. The sound of proto-punk has been brought into the 21st century, and I'm excited. This album is not afraid to be weird, not afraid to rock, and not afraid of being controversial, (of course with Chris Connelly all the lyrics are about sex, drugs, violence, more sex, beat poetry, sex again, drugs again, etc.). This is the album I would put on on a late night drive by myself down a one lane country road that never ends. Saucy's Picks: "Mistaken for Cops" stops the album from being too experimental, "Along Came the Dogs" is the weirdest and perhaps for that reason the best track on the album, "The Listener" has a lot of interesting percussion which is not as well represented in the other tracks, and "Chlorine and Crystal" ends the album by dragging you into a black abyss of nothingness. Ennui.
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