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This Bakersfield, California quartet has risen from the crypt with a bleak, thunderous sonic maelstrom almost three decades after their start in 1983. Fantasma is gripping from the beginning – the gruesome grooves of “I Am Alive” crash in with the crunch of Tony Bonnano’s angular, chromatic guitar-driven melodies and Moe Adame’s pointed wails. This is frighteningly good. The real deal. You can hear and feel the difference between Burning Image and the young crop of self-conscious devotees to this sound in the band’s unflinchingly earnest approach to brooding, bleeding intensity. As Jello Biafra quips in the liner notes for 1983-1987 (a compilation of Burning Image’s classic tracks), “They brought their own cobwebs and played their own sound.” Evidently, nothing has changed.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Burning Image - Fantasma
A choice cut from the current issue of Big Takeover #65, Fantasma by O.G. deathrockers Burning Image is deserving of permanent playlist status.
This Bakersfield, California quartet has risen from the crypt with a bleak, thunderous sonic maelstrom almost three decades after their start in 1983. Fantasma is gripping from the beginning – the gruesome grooves of “I Am Alive” crash in with the crunch of Tony Bonnano’s angular, chromatic guitar-driven melodies and Moe Adame’s pointed wails. This is frighteningly good. The real deal. You can hear and feel the difference between Burning Image and the young crop of self-conscious devotees to this sound in the band’s unflinchingly earnest approach to brooding, bleeding intensity. As Jello Biafra quips in the liner notes for 1983-1987 (a compilation of Burning Image’s classic tracks), “They brought their own cobwebs and played their own sound.” Evidently, nothing has changed.
This Bakersfield, California quartet has risen from the crypt with a bleak, thunderous sonic maelstrom almost three decades after their start in 1983. Fantasma is gripping from the beginning – the gruesome grooves of “I Am Alive” crash in with the crunch of Tony Bonnano’s angular, chromatic guitar-driven melodies and Moe Adame’s pointed wails. This is frighteningly good. The real deal. You can hear and feel the difference between Burning Image and the young crop of self-conscious devotees to this sound in the band’s unflinchingly earnest approach to brooding, bleeding intensity. As Jello Biafra quips in the liner notes for 1983-1987 (a compilation of Burning Image’s classic tracks), “They brought their own cobwebs and played their own sound.” Evidently, nothing has changed.
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