A number of years ago, Michael Keaton made a movie called “Multiplicity.” Ever see it? It’s the one where he manages to clone himself, thinking it’ll make his life easier. The problem is the clones start copying themselves and, just like what happens when you make a Xerox of a Xerox, the quality begins to suffer until what Keaton was left with was a random mess of copies that barely resembled the original.

That’s DEVILLAC.

Pumping out the third retread of the third retread of stoner rock QUEENS OF THE STONE AGE with a heavy acid biker vibe, these guys come on like a mix of SPACE PROBE TAURUS and GREENLEAF. The got the appropriately fuzzed guitars and a deep bottom end, and they’re from Finland and everything should be good.

But it isn’t. Like the Xeroxed Xerox, you’ve heard this all before, only better. It seems that even the guys know this, going through the motions without really investing their hearts into this. The riffs are decent, drumming decent, but there’s no intensity to it. And it’s strange to hear an album this heavy that has no intensity. It’s like being in a ghost town. The abandoned ville of stoner rock.

A few songs show some get up and go. “PB,” has a groovy bottom end, and “Kamikaze,” appropriately, has the most killer riff, but that’s about it. Overall, there isn’t enough originality or muscularity to make this one stand out. It doesn’t help that three of the ten songs are instruments and it would take a band of infinite genius to pull off three stoner rock instrumentals and make them sound interesting. DEVILLAC ain’t that band.

- Severin

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