When I first saw the name Sun Crow pop up on the release calendar, my first thought was, “Sabbath.” I didn’t even see the album cover or know what kind of band this was, but the name just screamed doom and gloom and everything heavy.
Well, I am a soothsayer. Because this debut album from Seattle’s Sun Crow indeed kneels at the alter of Iommi, Butler, Osborne and Ward. The riffs are thick and slow. The grooves are massive. The wails are tortured. What these guys miss on originality they more than make up with a total buy-in to delivering this sound and style of metal in a perfect form. This is one to crank. So, fill a bowl, find an easy chair to fall into and let this one wash over you in a blanket of sound.
4 flip flops out of 5