Jucifer is still trying to kill your brain. The 2002 LP
I Name You Destroyer their shifty enemy at the gate, ready to roar its arrival to your pineal or pad slinky and curvaceous into your unsuspecting frontal lobe. Didn't matter which; either way, your sleep was getting interrupted. The
War Bird EP still roars. However, it's a more measured sound, clarifying each side of the duo's three-way dynamic -- drums, guitar, voice -- rather than just amplifying everything and rocking it at one loud yawp. Amber Valentine's vocals aren't just keening window dressing over the instrumentation -- accentuated by double-tracking and a cappella breakdowns, her voice is the most distinctive thing about "Ides of Light," and this is a song that growls and tumbles in typical
Jucifer style. "Day Breaks on the Field of Battle" and "Seth" again lay sacrifices at the foot of the dark
Sabbath altar. But "Battle"'s a brief, tensile instrumental, while "Seth" slows everything to a stoned snail's pace -- it becomes a warped and sly
Pixies outtake, lost in the desert and looking for water in all the wrong places.
War Bird's most powerful weapon is its knack for further defining
Jucifer inside the references, in front of the back line. Valentine and drummer Ed Livengood (those names!) have been at this a long, long time -- it's not novelty. They're causing visceral crap like sex and death inside their speaker cabinets, and twisting the evidence until it's as unrecognizable as anything but a come-on. Go ahead, try and run from the "Shape of Texas." It's final flails of distortion and drum fill will chomp your legs like a backhoe. If all of that wasn't enough, Valentine gets powerfully personal at the end of
War Bird, turning in a tribute to her band's Southern roots with the gothic pluck of "My Stars." "In the tall grass and Queen Anne's lace/I began to love America," she sings, almost to herself and over the threatening lilt of her banjo. But as she sings about the country's soft scents and stark contrasts, her heartfelt clip turns ashen. She sees the American scriptures she learned as a child cowering in the shadows, sees the powers making their case, and the anger she channels in her hearty wail and banjo is louder than any distortion rig. ~ Johnny Loftus