Graveyard reviewed
Graveyard
Graveyard
(Tee Pee)
One day Tee Pee and Kemado Records should merge. If they do, their stoner bands will comprise one hell of a compilation.
1970s arena mysticism permeates Graveyard’s first record to a fault. Separated from the pack, anyone of their self-titled debut’s nine cuts would pulverize an audience, dominate a mixtape, or enjoy cult status on the next “Guitar Hero.” The trouble is it’s all Graveyard have. Without a hint of self-awareness, Joakim Nilsson’s Chris Cornell howl (mistaken for an Audioslave album in our office) strangles ambition and melody, while the rest of the band can’t get their hair out of their face. Maybe every generation needs a Blue Cheer; “Thin Line” is Graveyard’s “Summertime Blues.”
— Kevin Keegan
