"Leeches of Lore nacen en Albuquerque, New Mexico y han intensificado la brecha que nos ofrece la salvación. Derramando sus semillas musicales, el tazón de polvo intergaláctico es sanado por una masa agria-tintura de sonido.
Al igual que el carnaval de hard rock del futuro, Steve Hammond (guitarra/voz)y Andy Lutz (baterÃa)mezclan el metal clásico, thrash y el doom alterando las dimensiones occidental ,elevando al mismo tiempo al resto de nosotros.
Estas son las canciones que oÃmos cuando comienza la lucha debe . La guerra a la mediocridad ha comenzado! La llegada de del álbum debut de Leeches of Lore lo señala esto es el principio del fin… "
"....it's really hard to compare them to anyone. Just check them out, you won't be sorry....." Screw Deathcore
"Leeches of Lore, on the other hand, just might be one of the most original—and bizarre—acts I’ve heard in recent memory. This New Mexico duo [yes, I said duo] create some sort thrash/doom/prog hoedown which is just too fucked for words, and leaves the listener baffled, befuddled, and blown away with what has just happened to them. This lengthy fucker has something for everyone within its twisted grooves, and practically begs to be deciphered and pondered. Definitely check this one out." The Cimmerian Codex"...let me break it down so these knucklefucks can understand it...
The Leeches of Lore own your fuckin asses. This album is a schizophrenic cocktail of classic metal riffs, sinister thrash meltdowns, and some good ol' western campfire jammin', just to make it interesting. Great musicianship, super-sweet singin' and a whole buncha fuckin fun.... I guess it's just two dudes, and an occasional accomplice, but they definitely seem to know what the fuck is up. Radical... " StonerRock.com"Part thrash godliness, part semisweet acousticism, all crazy as a fucking loon, the band’s bizarre approach is bound to warrant repeat spins whether you can relate or not." TheObelisk.net"Leeches Of Lore is a quirky record, for sure...but assuming you can handle that, it's also an enjoyable one. The wildly shifting scope doesn’t exceed the band’s reach—they keep the disparate parts together enough to make this not so much cohesive as just giddy fun." MetalReview.com
"Solidly built, loudmouthed and quick to strike, Leeches of Lore proves two is all the company you need to start a hard rock riot." Alibi.com
"Dat het allemaal nog wel wat bonter kan bewijst Leeches Of Lore, een tweemans-project dat zich net als Stinking Lizaveta in de jaren zeventig waant, maar veel verder gaat dan dat. Elementaire maar o zo doelttreffende protometal-riffs, gortdroge springerige drumritmes, twinsolo's, heliumstemmetjes, metalfalsetten, akoestische intermezzi en veel psychedelische gekkigheid afgewisseld met spaarzame momentjes van genialiteit. Volgens mij noemden ze dit vroeger acid-rock en deze plaat sluit lekker bij die term aan, want deze cd vliegt als een behoorlijk geflipte trip aan je voorbij. De plaat is enorm afwisselend wat zowel in het voordeel als in het nadeel werkt (sommige momenten zijn echt behoorlijk out there), maar Leeches Of Lore heeft er hoorbaar lol in om allerlei stijlen door elkaar te spelen en is daarmee in het huidige rock- en metallandschap eigenlijk best verfrissend te noemen. Rare muziek maar op een vreemde manier toch best smakelijk, mits in kleine proporties genuttigd." www.FileUnder.nl"...later the guys completely drop the ball, experimenting to the bone, with light crossover tracks, and very long boring ballads, with no traces of thrash at all (the 10-min frustration "Leeches Of Lore", which very undeservedly carries the band name (or maybe deservedly?). Near the end things get much worse, with some country involved, too, among the other crap." TheThrashMetalGuide.com
"Some weird stuff for sure from this New Mexico duo. This is the debut album from the Albuquerque band Leeches Of Lore, out from stoner rock mainstay Meteorcity, but this is hardly stoner rock, or doom, or anything that I'm used to hearing from the label. The album opens with some weird munchkin processed vocals chanting the band name over and over, then suddenly distorted guitar kicks in, rolling drums and feedback surge forward, and the band lurches into the heavy old-school thrash metal fury of "Macrochelys Temminckii", all furious speedpicked thrash riffing and clean, high-pitched vocals, very 80's-thrash sounding. Fierce stuff, kinda reminds me of a punkier Bay Area thrash band, then towards the end of the song they downshift into a pummeling midtempo part with proggy fretboard runs and epic riffage. Then "I Am The Raptor" kicks in, more raging old school thrash, locomotive kickdrum thundering alongside fast chugging riffage and yowling vocals,like a garagey Motorhead jam, especially when the crazed shredding kicks in. But then two minutes in, the thrash suddenly comes to a stop, the band whips out an acoustic guitar, and all of a sudden the song turns into this dark country western tune, just the lone fingerpicked guitar and the singer for a few measures, then things take another left turn, the acoustic guitar now playing that dark western melody along with some surfy drums and electric guitar, veering off again after a while onto loose, garagey psychedelia. Finally towards the end, the band builds into a proggy drums/bass workout and then blasts back into the furious thrash metal that started the song. Whew! Amazingly, these guys actually make all of this work together, with each part of the song flowing into the next, and it doesn't hurt that the musicianship is pretty top notch.
It's not so much some Naked City-style exercise in spastic genre hopping as Leeches Of Lore are wandering through a goofy, tweaked-out landscape of their own, a warped wilderness made up of crushing stoner rock and gritty speed metal, weird fx-glazed garage rock and psychedelia, surf rock and voice fuckery, and other oddball elements. Weird psychedelic sound processing and country western are merged on "Western Skies", and "Pig Scrapings" delivers a knockout bit of thrash-infected Kyuss influenced stoner rock with some really catchy riffage. "Cenozoic Death Waltz" is an almost polka-like bit of western music with twangy guitar, accordian, and pedal steel and an awesome uplifting chorus. "The Champoin Breeder" starts off with a plinky bluegrass melody and weird chipmunk vocals, then morphs into crushing Melvinsy heaviness for the second half. The lyrics for these songs are pretty fucking ridiculous, and deal with stoner hallucinations like warrior rats and prairie witchcraft and dinosaurs (I think), and along with the album art (the cover is this piece of pixelated digital imagery that depicts giant leeches assaulting a cloud-covered medieval castle) it all feels pretty nuts. It's amazing that only two guys are behind all of this, this weirdo mix of cowboy campfire folk and wailing thrash and stoner goofiness; imagine Melvins and Ween crossed with Jucifer and early Ride The Lightning era Metallica. Quirky to say the least!" Crucial Blast real editor best profile tools real editor best profile tools
