NWOFHM #9: Fly, on your way, like a butterfly!
After three
excellent singles, Abbot from Pori, Finland (home of Jussi Lehtisalo
and his New Wave of Finnish Heavy Metal), released their
first full length almost exactly one year ago and it's pretty damn
cool. The quartet is certainly a peculiar beast and another strong
player in the superb Finnish doom (well, they're barely doom but
they still count!) scene. Definitely in the same vein as some of
Lehtisalo's projects (similar to Pharaoh Overlord's trad metal albums
or the rockier stuff Circle stuff), I really liked this weird record
decorated with a glorious butterfly (I still don't understand the
reference... if there's one!).
Just imagine if Neil
Young went to Finland, stayed there for twenty years and decided that
doom, stoner metal and southern rock were cool things instead of
doing yet another Bob Dylan or Gordon Lightfoot homage recorded in a
telephone booth by Jack White and you aren't too far from the actual
truth given to you by Abbot. Their music is rooted in southern tinged
doom but there's a big classic rock influence here, I'm sure your
uncle who's into Lynyrd Skynyrd would like this record! While
probably not as adventurous as some of their previous singles like
“Into the Light” and its harmonica introduction or the long
winded power of “Beelzebub's Tales to His Grandson”, the album is
weird in its own way with its mix of slower, blues tracks like the
superb “Mr. Prowler Man” and speedier metal tracks like
“Moonsnake Child”. It's something special but it remains
surprisingly quite authentic and vintage and wouldn't sound out of
place on a lineup with Kadavar. I do think they're better than most
of the current vintage fad though since they have those bonkers
elements often found in the Finland scene that I really cherish.
They also possess
this sort of garage/alternative rock influence (not too far from
Dinosaur Jr.) and that's adding another layer to their nuts salad.
They have this sort of tangle fun found in late 80s college rock and
this combined with their southern doom basis creates one hell of a
mix. There's also a lot of sleaze and grease on Between... like
on the cool “Grave Encounters” that
makes you feel like you're in the bayou but in reality, you're naked
in a sauna with four overgrown Finnish toddlers drinking endless
bottles of Karhu. Jakonen's
vocals have this nasal quality and I bet he plays Dylan and Young
covers when he's with his dad or something. His delivery fits the
huge bluesy guitar of Jussi Jokinen (apparently
not the hockey player
currently playing for the Florida Panthers) who's bludgeoning your
skull with thick fuzzy riffs and feelsy solos without compromises.
The album is a bit short (33 minutes) and 1 or 2 doomier and slower
tracks would had been nice but the soulful closer “Keep On Moving”
does the job wonderfully. I'd probably kill a bunch of butterflies to
be able to see this band live, it's just really good music
transcending
generational gaps and it delivers on
all front.