Monozygotic Bird of Prey

In much the same way Harvey Milk defied categorization when they spilled onto the scene in the early '90s, so too does Eagle Twin defy pinpointing with their debut album, The Unkindness of Crows.

The Album starts off like the bastard child of instrumental Black Flag ala The Process of Weeding Out with the freestyle jazz-noise fest of "In the Beginning was the Scream". Haunting guitar tones over even more haunting chants of god-knows-what before dropping into what almost resembles a song.

"Murder of..." slams, simple as that. Think Thou's Tyrant with the sickness of it all replaced by a Mississippi duck hunter who was lost in the woods 20 years ago and has grown an appetite for depressed teenage girls who haplessly end up in his basement. Not kidding, spooky only "kinda" describes it. Warned.

"Birds of Black Hot Fire" kicks things into gear...but only 2nd gear at best. Slow in approach and heavy handed in delivery, this sludge with extra gravy makes you wonder if your blood will ever again flow through your veins now that it's turned into cement. Coat that with a nice Melvins-y sheen and you've got yourself a fuckin' ditty!

"Storytelling of Ravens" is what I'd call a glance into a world where Tom Waits wrote and performed prose over the music of SUNN O))), then they recorded it, you bought it on vinyl and placed it on your turntable turning it 1/2 speed with your finger...ever look at the moon...on weed?
"Crow Hymn" marries all the aspects of a Southern Lord band together without really letting you easily say for sure of who it reminds you. "Yeah, it reminds me of..." fill in the blank and you'll only be about an eighth right as there is so much going on here. Listen, enjoy...but you aren't done yet.

"Carry on, King of Carrion" is the kind of tune that'd get Dylan Carlson fans to pep right up and pay attention. The "Earth" tones present give it the same vibe as one might hear from Mr. Carlson's later day work sprinkling ever so subtly here and there some the best of what made the early work of those bands from the state in the far north-eastern part of the country... Eh, hem...

Which brings us to the end of the first Eagle Twin opus in the form of "And it came to pass that birds rain down as black snakes". What better way to cap off an album with the sum of all it's parts? I tell you, Eagle Twin's got something in their water, something sounds like the south, something that swings like the swamp, that swelters like the desert...that kills like a drought and refreshes like spring rain.

If you haven't heard Eagle Twin yet...you'll want to do yourself a favor and look into doing so before you become the last person in "the know".

(((03)))