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Ricked Wicky - King Heavy Metal

by Kevin Orton Rating:6 Release Date:2015-08-21

The paint hasn’t yet dried on Robert Pollard’s Ricked Wickey debut, and customary to Pollard’s mind-boggling prolificacy comes, King Heavy Metal. And true to title, it's Pollard’s most heavy metal sounding effort.

That said, with an output this relentless not every fleeting thought is a pearl. But has Pollard ever put out a truely bad record? The honest answer is, no. Admittedly, some are more likeable than others.

Yet, when has Pollard ever been concerned with being likeable? It's easy to be overwhelmed on occasion by Pollard’s artistic generosity. There is a tendency for some of his records to go in one ear and out the other despite, a steady stream of consistency. I think a case for diversity however can be made here. This is a moody record that blasts, blares, somberly woos and noodles around in noise a bit too much for its own good. 

Jargon Of Clones is an inviting kick off to an album that gets harder and darker. Come Into My Wig Shop finds Pollard in deep experimental noise mode. The blistering Imminent Fall From Grace is more like it, Pollard doing his very best Roger Daltry, the band in fine Who form. Pure stadium rock with brains. Too Strong For No One To See You, is stand out among Pollard’s many bed sit acoustic ballads. This Has Been My Picture takes us into Heavy Metal riff territory. Ogling Blarist is just what the title suggests and once again delves into caustic experimentation. Tomfoole Terrific sounds like Zeppelin attempting to cover something off the Beatles’ White Album. Earth Among Men frustratingly drops us back into the lap of “experimentation”. Weekend Worriers follows and is the album’s most stirring anthem, a true Pollard standout. Walk Through Glass is easiest the darkest note before things draw to a close with I’ll Let You In and Map & Key. Pollard at his most grumpy.   

As always with Pollard, there are some amazing tracks. However, taken as a whole, Heavy Metal King is a lurching, occasionally stubbornly abrasive listen. Just as it’s about to take off, it quickly dessolves into a quagmire of ill-tempered, disjointed experimentalism. Who knows what’s up with the Ricked Wickey moniker, but it’s further proof Robert Pollard is alive and as uncompromising as ever. 

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