Starchild


8 Song Promo (CD) 2003 12th Records
Hunter Thompson once said that true objective journalism is impossible. In the case of Starchild, I'm giving in to the futility of even trying for such a loft goal by declaring that this is one of the best groups in existence, if trad doom is your thing. Starchild produces some of the most flat-out amazing cosmic space doom ever created, on this or any planet. It's impossible to describe how knocked out I was when I heard their three-song demo earlier this year. Actually, I was literally knocked out on painkillers, but that's another story.Heh

. This new promo from Waycross, Georgia's doom overlords incorporates the three songs from the earlier demo, while adding five more. Each one is a masterpiece of riffing, spaced-out, drugged-out DOOM. The first two songs, 'The Futurist' and 'Wings' are from the earlier disc, as is the last one, 'Truth.' Each is a wonder of freshly interpreted Sabbathisms, smoked over a slow (High on) fire, then flung into outer space. The first of the new tunes, 'Pearl' is a pretty acoustic effort, transitioning into what Starchild have to say to us this go round. Which commences in earnest with 'Freedom,' a monstrously heavy, mid-paced ode to drugged ideals that reminds me of New Zealand's best, Datura. The trademark echo vocals are there in spades, like being hit over the head with a lava lamp in slow-mo. 'Eyes of Fire' has a heavy, chugging riff with a blistering, multi-tracked guitar solo, while 'God Shaped Hole' gives us a breather with a weirdly pretty guitar/effects duet. 'First Dawn' is perhaps the most interesting tune on the whole disc. The here-to-fore clean vox are filtered and treated to sound that much weirder and rougher, engineered (no doubt) to give flashbacks to LSD virgins. The song's a stone burner, followed by 'Truth,' with its rhythmic changeups and excellent collapsoid ending. Unbelievable.

My copy of this demo has "2003 release on 12th Records" and "Next on 12th" written on the insert, but a quick search of the label's site reveals no information. Back when I received the first demo, I seem to remember rumours going around that the full album's release was "imminent." Well, let's hope it really is, because this is far too good to be kept under wraps any longer.

1. The Futurist
2. Wings
3. Pearl
4. Freedom
5. Eyes of Fire
6. God Shaped Hole
7. First Dawn
8. Truth

Approx. 41 minutes
Reviewed by: Kevin McHugh
4 Song Demo (Demo) 2003 None
I've been rolling around in an ecstatic fog of cosmic doom lately. No sooner did I get to hear a promo copy of Starchild's upcoming album, then the band contacted me to see if I wanted to hear their newest 4 song demo. Huh. Let me think about that for a minute. New material by one of the world's best doom bands, a band I've pimped on numerous occasions for anyone who'd listen? Needless to say I fried my modem, scrambling to type in the fastest "yes" since God asked Phil Collins if he wanted to sell out his legacy for a sack of gold.

If you want ruthless objectivity, you'll have to go elsewhere. Starchild has once again hit pay dirt in a big way. This is their slowest, most churning, doomiest work to date. All the patented Starchild ingredients are there: blues-based doom riffs serving up walls of guitar distortion, clean vocals singing of cosmic themes, a precise and Diplodocus-heavy rhythm section, and a vibe that combines the Sabbath old school with an updated feel that somehow equals timeless heaviness. 'Rainbow' begins with a slow drum intro, eventually joined by doom guitars that create a molten, ponderous, slo-mo sea of distortion. 'War of the Worlds' continues the theme while adding in a certain apocalyptic vision and some ripping guitar. The disc ends with 'Burn into Eternity,' another masterpiece of cosmic, epic doom. The thing's a slow burner, like a cosmic rush slowly rising up your spine to explode in a stab of strobing blacklight in your medulla oblongata.

I'll keep saying it as long as it seems necessary, or until they prove me wrong: Starchild is the best purveyor of stoned-out, cosmic doom around. It's too bad that they have yet to release an album on a "real" label; hopefully 12th Records will change all that ASAP. Until then, everyone should reserve a place for them in their Top 5 of 2003, 'cause they certainly deserve it.

1. Rainbow
2. War of the Worlds
3. Psychonaut
4. Burn into Eternity

Approx. 25 minutes
Reviewed by: Kevin McHugh
Starchild (CD) 2003 Twin Earth
If there's anything to be said for being laid up in the hospital for 3 weeks with a broken back, its to note that there's plenty of time for listening to CDs amongst the painkillers and therapies. I was fortunate, because Starchild's CD was among my stack of goodies, and I quickly learned that these Georgia doomsters are among the best and brightest to be found anywhere these days.

You might say that if High on Fire were a doom band, they'd sound a lot like Starchild. As it is, Starchild sounds much like the almighty Sabbath of yore, say about 1971 or so. The vox sounds like Ozzy before he went off the rails, with some extra reverb mixed in. As far as the guitar and bass go, well, what can you say when confronted with such a mighty wall of distortion? Not much, except "turn it UP!!!" The drums keep things galloping along at a moderate, doomy pace except for some breaks in the last tune, 'Truth,' where they really turn up the heat. The tuneage on this CD goes from long to longer, great to greater, as the 3 songs unfold. 'The Futurist' starts off with a cool feedback wash before getting into the doomy goodness complete with SF-influenced lyrics. And it just gets better. By the time we get to 'Truth,' we're in the fabled Kingdom of Heavy, where dinosaurs stomp with abandon and the music is only of the highest quality. Hey, there's even an evil burnout ending! Ya gotta love it alright.

If you're interested in the upcoming crop of doomsters such as Orodruin or YOB, or love trad doom of any stripe, you'll count yourself lucky to have Starchild in your collection. They've got the name, the look, and the musical goods. Do it now!!

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1. The Futurist
2. Wings
3. Truth

Approx. 17 minutes
Reviewed by: Kevin McHugh
Starchild / Rebreather Split (CD) 2004 Twin Earth
This is one of the most monstrously heavy releases of the year, by two bands who routinely level cities with an intensity not seen since the Viking days of yore. It’s hard to believe that there's a single building left in Waycross, Georgia, home base of cosmic doomsters Starchild. These bad mofos have been a personal favourite for the past year, reinventing Sabbath with an original interpretation timeless in its combination of classic heavy references and up-to-date feeling. They slay, they crush, they kill. Their carefully structured songs, harnessing the hypnotic power of repetition, boast the considerable echoing vocal talents and guitar prowess of Rick Bennett, not to mention the abilities of bassist Kenny O'Bara. He seems to have an intuitive feeling about when to rebel and when to play along. And the drums...ah yes...that Jucifer-like pounding must come from a 10-pound set of mallets instead of conventional drumsticks. That rhythm really brings the doom! But what really sets Starchild apart are the wonderful, spiritual lyrics. They're obsessed with cosmic meaning and almost Hawkwind-like in their druggy abstraction. Starchild's songs on this EP, which circulated some months ago as part of a demo, are well matched in their slow, stomping, doomy melodicism. These guys know how to harness the power of the dinosaur!

I confess that I'm not the world's foremost expert on Rebreather. I saw them at SHOD 2 in Youngstown, and heard a demo a couple of years later. I really dug their brand of heavy, screaming sludge, but somehow sorta kinda lost track of them in the past year or two. So I welcomed this opportunity to catch up with Youngstown's finest, and they've got a great collection o' tuneage this go 'round, highlighting the group chemistry that is their trademark. The sludgey, passionate vokills that I remember are still very much in evidence, but there are also some clean, melodic vocals as well. The songs are tight as a nun's bung, featuring Everest-style riffs that take the back of your head off as casually as a nuclear explosion snuffs out a fly. Rebreather has matured, and it's all good.

It's easy to see why so many people think that Rebreather lives very close to the heart of the heavy. It looks to me like Starchild are camped out in the same general neighbourhood. Don't even bother to try to fight the power, just give in and get what is sure to be one of the year's best discs. It's the right thing to do.

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Starchild:
1. Rainbow
2. War of the Worlds
3. Psychonaut

Rebreather:
4. Come to the Back/Madre
5. Helena Song
6. Matter Vacuum

Approx. 45 minutes
Reviewed by: Kevin McHugh
Born into Eternity (CD) 2006 Twin Earth
Ever since I was laid out with a broken back in the hospital a couple of years ago, I've been a champion of Starchild's brand of cosmic doom, and I hope to keep it up until I die or the sun goes nova, whichever comes first. See, I can attest to the healing power of great music like this, because I sincerely believe that without the likes of Starchild, Penance, and Negative Reaction for my bedside inspiration, recovery would have been a much longer and more arduous process.

Some may see hype in this pimping, but I stand behind every word, because the adrenaline and endorphin rushes I get from this music are the genuine article. In fact, I wish I could push them even harder, because if there were any justice in the world, Starchild band members wouldn't have to sell their cars to pay for their rockin', know what I mean? They shouldn't have to worry about money to get their tuneage out, but that's life in the underground, eh?

Regardless, Twin Earth has seen the wisdom in releasing a new album by these Waycross, Georgia doomsters, and it's a step forward, while retaining the doom roots that have made them great. Viewing song titles like 'Rising Star', 'Earthless', and 'Born into Eternity' one might be forgiven for assuming that this was just another chapter in the Starchild saga, good as that may have been. But things are a bit different this time: The songs are shorter and the riffs are catchier - stonier if you will - while the music is still as heavy as the proverbial million pound shithammer. 'Bride' starts things off with an easy, chugging space doom feeling with vocals in a lower register. A great idea that, although I admit that vocalist and guitarist Rick's straining, higher-pitched vocals have never bothered me like they do some. But hey, I listen to Ozzy-era Sabbath and Planet Gemini on a regular basis, so what do I know? Heh. Anyway, 'Rising Star' is a catchy rocker, while 'Earthless' and 'Will You' will appeal to "old school" Starchild fanatics, with their punishing cosmic doom. In all, the playing is better than ever before, with superb leads and songwriting that takes a back seat to nobody.

As groundbreaking as their first album was, even the Ramones couldn't make the exact same album over and over again. Nor should they. Starchild has expanded their pallette without forgetting what made them great in the first place. What did Waycross ever do to deserve a band like this?

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1. Bride
2. Rising Star
3. Love
4. World Without End
5. Earthless
6. Will You
7. Bleed
8. Eternal Summer
9. Behold
10. Born into Eternity

Approx. 40 minutes
Reviewed by: Kevin McHugh