Spewed out of Louisiana, 4-piece White Reaper are blazing a trail of acid-washed, dirty stoner-surf bedlam. With a sound similar to genre heavyweights Wavves, Best Coast and FIDLAR, White Reaper easily hold their own with their full-length debut, White Reaper Does It Again.
With 12 songs at a blistering 33 and a half minutes, White Reaper may as well be in the room with you. Grimy guitars turned up to the max, on what sounds like gear stolen from a pawnshop, and a skeleton-rattling bass, evoke classic surf rock. You can almost hear the dirt coming off the fretboards. Hendrix-esque solos, a rare choice for the genre, squeal and slide throughout the album, and toad-licking keyboard sections infect various songs, adding more dimension to the bands oppressive wall of noise.
Tony Esposito’s distorted yells punctuate the destructive force. Spitting ‘SHEILA!’ over and over on the track ‘Sheila’ (if you couldn’t guess the title) to his vocals becoming slurred, screaming musings on tracks like ‘I Don’t Think She Cares’ provides melancholy, bringing up feelings of the teenage American Dream: getting away with your friends, forgetting about tomorrow and any responsibilities – an endless drive on a darkened highway, without any destination.
This is a record that demands to be played loud. No subtlety, no hiding – raucous surf rock that goes deeper than you’d expect. Initially seeming only like a party record, the closer you inspect, the more treasures you’ll find. Just expect to get your hands filthy in the process.
‘White Reaper Does It Again’ is out now on Polyvinyl Records