Dead Confederate
The stuff
During my vacation, I had one hell of a milkshake. A chocolate milkshake. It was a highly distinguished milkshake, demonstrating a perfect balance between ice cream and milk, making the drink not too thick and yet keeping it far away from a liquid-y sugary solution, highlighted by a perfect amount of cocoa with just a touch of vanilla extract to highlight the subtle bitterness of the chocolate.
It was amazing, thrilling, pure pleasure sucked through a straw. So I said to my girlfriend: “Yeah, that’s the stuff.”
I don’t make that seemingly garden variety statement all that often. To me, it’s a statement which carries a powerful endorsement. When something is “the stuff,” it’s anything but run-of-the-mill. It’s the item defines what the imitators achieve to be. It’s the benchmark. It’s, well, the stuff.
So in regards to Dead Confederate, their song The Rat is, well, “the stuff.” It is a fiercely moody, augustly passionate experience of soaring, daring grandeur, a monumentally and splittingly loud epic as introspective and thrilling as its musical narrative nimbly breeds. The song’s cinematic environment is set from the song’s opening fleeting moments, readying the furtive tones for the impending sonic charge, a veritable Light Brigade of ardent guitars, stentorian basslines and smashing drums, leaving nothing but a trail of reverb from their passage. The song masterfully reaches higher ground as the guitars begin to swirl in a feedback-rich bluster, swiftly uplifting the song to an inconceivably attainable level, mind-rending and majestic, and not overstaying its welcome.
MP3: Dead Confederate - The Rat
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