Somewhere in time exists the suburban bedroom of a shaggy haired 17 year old in a Rush t-shirt, ears adorned with bulky dome-shaped headphones, eyes closed and listening with equal parts angst and bliss while the hard rock icons immortalized on glossy pages torn out of rock magazines stare back at him – Ronnie James Dio, Ritchie Blackmore, and Ozzy Osbourne give their silent scream of approval.
Forward in time, another youth, ear-budded with the “shuffle” toggle locked, regards the purveyors of his life’s soundtrack on the bedroom walls – the Foo Fighters, Soundgarden, even Mastodon makes an appearance. He wipes his brow with the shoulder of his Wolfmother t-shirt, certain that he’ll never get enough of what the rock gods have to offer.
In Twilight Zone fashion, the rooms exist on opposite ends of time and space.
But in the cosmic hallway that connects the two resides The Many Colored Death.
“Lush guitars, a pounding rhythm section, and soaring vocals permeate the release, showcasing the band’s ability to meld their influences into a sound all their own.” RJ Frometa, Vents Magazine
Our Own Devices gives you plenty to explore, plenty to feel, plenty to anticipate. Fade Away truly sets the tone for this ride, satisfying but with the pledge of a few curveballs coming your way. Go ahead, let them smack you in the face. That way you’re ready for the rest of what this power trio throws at you.
That 70’s rock, vintage-y sound sticks around for the whole record but it gets the heaviest of injections of MCD’s original freshness. Standout examples include Fade Away, The Spider, and, with its major scope, Legerdemain.
You’ll be innocently head-banging along to some good ol’ (but still masterful) hook-heavy rock, when later tracks (Repeating, Beating Heart, The Seraph, Bam) remind you those arena-ready tunes are coursing, pulsing along a progressive rock/metal backdrop, with chords as vivid as brushstrokes laid down within the boundaries of funky time signatures, stippled with syncopation on a painted mural. The perfect collision of hooks and dexterity prevails on “To Fly.”
With the aforementioned rhythm section (drummer Shea Spence has been nicknamed “The Thundercat” and when bassist Preston Rogers gets the opportunity to shine, he manhandles it), fuzzy yet searing guitar, and need-to-hear-them-to-believe-them vocals from Brent Moore (which have been compared to the likes of Chris Cornell, Robert Plant, and King Buzzo), I won’t deny that while I am enamored with this disc, I cannot wait to see this band live – tracks like Rats, Inside, and Hopeless Destiny demand a ready and indefatigable audience.
The band’s energy is only just contained on the record – I believe on stage, it will erupt and spew forth embers and stardust, halos and pitchforks. On Our Own Devices, The Many Colored Death creates a sound that clashes and blends, pushes and pulls, but never, ever lets go.
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The best place to get the CD? Go to a show and buy it from the band!