It's like listening in on a bunch of like-minded friends screwing around in a jam session, which it technically pretty much is. It's a shame that the on-the-fly nature of this album dampens what could've been a superb collaboration given another month's worth of studio time, though there's moments where they manage to pull through anyways; leadoff track "All My Loving" isn't all that complicated, but it gets its hooks in you quick.
Now if only I could figure out what they're singing. The biggest downfall of The Almighty Defenders is that most of the vocals seem to be miked sloppily, so while you get a nice fuzzed-out quality to the call-and-response chants and the wild-assed choirboy choruses, the actual lyrics often get subsumed into this big swirl of noise.
It's especially bad on "Cone of Light", where Mark Sultan's amazing deranged-Sam-Cooke voice, strong as it is, still winds up smothered under percussion. When the irreverent-gospel theme is decipherable, it can be pretty striking, if frequently a little too prone to self-aware, button-pushing edginess: "Jihad Blues" is a demented sweet-chariot-ride song that invokes exactly what you think it does "just gimme a boxcutter and a one-way ticket" , and I'm banking on "The Ghost With the Most" being the first time in recorded history that the Holy Spirit is invoked using a catchphrase from the movie Beetlejuice.
But maybe the spirit's more important than the letter anyways: there's two tracks in a row "30 Second Air Blast" and "Death Cult Soup n' Salad" that are mostly just incoherent howling and mumbling and the occasional Three Stooges imitation, and they might be the most ecstatic moments on the album.
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