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on this psychotic, tribe-like band is scant.
Donoma, who take their name from an Indian phrasing which translates to
“a sight of the sun,” don’t really make available who plays what or the exact
formation that the band takes onstage.
The only thing I know for certain is that vocalist/lyricist places her roughhewn
poetry and exclamatory vocal stylings at the center of a sound that buzzsaws
through blues riffs, goes bonkers on aggro punk tempos, serves patrons drinks
of fizzy cocktail jazz and really kicks every genre in the teeth that they
decide to tackle. No instrument is safe
as well; the band’s sonic debauchery relying on organic rock staples including
bass, guitar and drums but unafraid of expanding its repertoire into keyboards,
slide guitar, violins and some possible cello.
The
record starts off with a gallop in the form of “Sick’s” heatstroke, high-speed
electrified country guitars challenging Marshall Dillon to a gunfight on the
mean streets of Dodge City. Craggy
rhythm breaks incorporate reckless punk rock drumming focus on agile tom fills
and forward-mushing beats colliding into the warm bass guitar bed. Slide licks and trippy background keys give a
powerful foundation for vocalist Stephanie Vogt to spill whiskey-fed mantras
with growly vocals that would challenge any male competitor in a gravel chewing
contest. “Jack in the Box” retains some
blurry country twang but jettisons the genre’s stalwart approach for screaming
vocal narration, Touch n’ Go Records’ infected drum n’ bass volatility and
shrieking white-noise guitars. On
“Memory” country is blended with powerful, riff-greased blues and coal-mining
violins giving way to rollicking tom-tom thrusts and vibrant bass lines. Vogt proves herself as a vocal chameleon able
to handle any style with ease on this one; the nervous nastiness of the prior
two tracks morphing into a lizard like slither with melodic, crystalline
belting rendering every word clear as day.
Swift, blink and you’ll miss ‘em guitar leads punctuate this mighty
piece with just the right amount of psychedelic scorch. A spot on, deadly accurate cover of Sam
Cooke’s “A Change is Gonna Come” retains the soulful blues feel of the original
with Donoma and Vogt in particular making it their very own.
The
album starts taking even more chances as it goes along with atmospheric ol’
tyme swing/jazz establishing precedence on “He Loves Me Not,” the dance club
tinged “Deep Beneath the Woods” and “Another Light’s” orchestral, cosmic
country n’ roll. Nihilistic rage returns on “Splinter” where tempos got kooky
and screaming guitar/vocal threats reappear with purpose. Rounding things out “Unfortunate Son” is a
hard-nosed, riff-y blues rocker that pairs nicely with the impending swagger of
“Otherside,” leaving a pair of ballads “A New Shed of Colors” and instrumental
finale “Come with Me” to drench the eardrums in blissful acoustic guitars that
match up gracefully with the crooning vocal performance. All in all, Falling Forward is fantastic sophomore album from a band poised to
take on the world. Sometimes the music
gets a bit disjointed but thanks be to God there’s still a rock band out there
that isn’t afraid to challenge the status quo.
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