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Wine, Women and Song...

SS-047/2004

Tim Moss: Guitars, Pedalsteel, Effects, Vocals
Billy Anderson: Bass, Piano, Organ, Backing Vocals
Dale Crover: Drums, Tympani

Recorded and Mixed by Billy Anderson
Produced by Tim Moss and Billy Anderson
Album Design by Frank Kozik

Reviews for Wine, Women and Song......

Doom-metal.com

You have to hand it to Small Stone. They've really expanded from their Detroit Rock City roots to encompass all manner of music. Porn's new album, 'Wine, Women and Song' is a case in point. This is twisted heroin metal for the masses. Sure, there's some Iggy mixed in there, but there's a hell of alot more, and its by no means for the timid.

Porn (formerly the artists known as Men of Porn) is basically guitar demon Tim Moss and an ever-changing coterie of bassists and drummers. Anyone who's seen them live will testify to the fact that Tim doesn't settle for second best when he picks his touring and recording partners, 'cause the level of musicianship is astonishing. This go 'round we've got producer Billy Anderson on bass and Melvins beater Dale Crover on the drummer's throne, and you don't get much better than that. 'Wine, Women and Song' is basically a follow-up to their first album from '99, 'American Style' on Frank Kozik's infamous Man's Ruin label. Like that album, the music on 'Wine' is rather song-oriented, though still quite experimental . Moss comes on like a kind of darkside Hendrix, layering and torturing feedback while throwing down riffs like its going to save his life. His infrequent vocals are often more clear and yet more guttural than past efforts, giving the music a demented, seedy feeling like a drunk propositioning women from a rotting doorway with his VD-ridden wang hanging out. This angular, dense music is full of light and dark, not unlike the chiaroscuro-laden mannerist artwork on the inserts, provided by none other than Kozik himself. The musical touchstones vary far and wide, but they're always on the edge: The Blacks (Sabbath 'n Flag), Jesus Lizard, 60s Verve label experimental jazz, Iggy, early Pink Floyd, Melvins, Totimoshi, early Buttholes, and UFOMAMMUT, particularly the new one. If you like any or all of these, you'll mac on Porn in a big way. I particularly dig the second tune, 'Mastodon Entree,' which is a remake of my all-time fave Porn tune, 'Pony Ride' from the essential 'Judge Not' comp. Whaddaya mean you still don't have a copy?

The sound on 'Wine' is a slammin' wall of midrange, laying particular emphasis on the guitar riffs. While this is fine most of the time, my personal preference would have been for more extension in the 100-300 HZ range, to allow more emphasis on the lower bass frequencies and the bass drum. As it is, the bass has a rather Lemmy-like tone and Dale's tympani seem to resonate more toward the higher end of their register. Nothing wrong with that, I'm just a deep bass kinda guy. In short, this is the best Porn album yet, and I recommend it highly.

Kevin McHugh
October, 28th 2004

METRO TIMES

Metal is supposed to be brutal, and Porn (The Men Of) understands this. But when it's also experimental, that's when things get really hairy. For the Bay Area band's latest Small Stone offering, lead Porner Tim Moss is joined by bassist/producer Billy Anderson and Melvins drummer Dale Crover for a journey through proto-Sabbath sludge, intellectual stoner rock (yep) and bewildering musical gray matter. Its midsection consists of concise tracks built from bottom-feeding bass, trudging riffs and Moss' coarse, atonal vocals. But Wine, Women and Song's real draw are three 10-minute-plus set pieces that twist the metal brainstem in exciting, dangerous directions. They act as platforms for Moss' array of guitar effects, but never count out the rhythm section's absolutely manic force. At one point a pedal steel peels into earshot, wandering meditatively over gentle percussion. But it's only a lull, a rest stop on the way to a thrash of tortured vocal and double-time precision drumming from Crover. The nearly 12-minute opener "Succulento" is another highlight, ripping between a galloping lead section and detours into frightening feedback genius. There's just no escape. Wine, Women and Song is a heavy metal tractor beam, and it's sucking dark thoughts right out of your head.

Johnny Loftus
October, 20th 2004

HELLRIDE MUSIC

Listening to Tim Moss's voice makes me think of someone who would dress up in a Bugs Bunny costume and lure young kids into his rape van. All stinky breath from cigarettes and bottom-shelf bourbon. But the man sure knows how to do weird shit with a guitar.

Tim Moss unleashed is a thing to see. Those that have seen Porn live know what IĂm talking about. Those signature atonal whelps he ushers from that guitar are legendary and the way he makes those Orange amps his volume bitchesÓ, With Wine, Women and Song..., Tim is joined by Melvin's drummer Dale Crover and noted producer/musician Billy Anderson who also co-produces and engineers. People that have read my prior reviews know that IĂm no huge Billy Anderson fan when it comes to any band that has vocals, but here the sound DEVESTATES. I kept thinking of what Meantime-era Helmet would sound like if they recorded on Ketamine. The sound on Wine, WomenÓ is massively dense and percussive. The mix is loud to begin withÓ this is a true volume junkieĂs recording.

As for the Porn material, it's the same drug-blues and meth metal found on their seminal American Style release mixed with the Albini-ish feedback experimentalism found onÓ wellÓ Experiments in Feedback. I swear to God, some of this stuff sounds familiar. None of the song titles match up with any of the other stuff and I'm too lazy to go get the prior Porn CDs to check, but I'm slightly suspicious. Either way, the production on this monster beats the other two hands down, so I guess it's a wash. I mean, the SOUND. Massive, denser than Osmium.

Moss's lyrics always hover on the slightly paranoid dark side. Nothing is gonna beat that song about 'Teabaggin' ÷ though. That's the best.

Good stuff. We've waited a long time for Moss to get back in the studio, and this was worth the wait. Edgy, eardrum-busting, paranoid drug-metal.

Chris Barnes
October, 2004

Absolut Metal

Here we have the latest from Porn (the men of), featuring the one and only Billy Anderson. From the first track onward, (which happens to be an instrumental clocking in at just under 12 minutes) we are pummeled by walls of thick groovy bass, chugging guitars, wah, and some laid back jazzy druming. Some fine stoner rock goodness if I ever heard it, with some seriously Scissorfight-ish vocals. I really dig the album with the exception of the really friggin' out of tune guitar "harmonies" on the first and last track, just a tad annoying after a while.

Wolfie
October, 2004

Fishcomcollective.net

Heavy but not bombastic, sludgey but not molasses (like, say, Sleep or Grief), Porn's "Wine Women and Song" is a heady dose of doom metal that combines modern stoner deepness with elements of space rock, old school psychedelia and acid rock, topped off with occasional latter-day G.G. Allin vox (backed by high song and yelling). For doom metal, this is mid-tempos stuff with all the sludge of superslow doomsters but a tad more pacing. You could just about mosh to this. At any rate, it's certainly a grim trip created by these doomsday pornsters and worth the price of admission for fans of the genre.

Kristopher Upjohn
November, 2004
fishcomcollective.net

The Aquarian/ East Coast Rocker

With A Name Like ThisÓ Porn (The Men Of)/ Wine, Women And SongÓ The rest of that title, as the liner notes inform, is ˘Are three of the DevilĂs playthings.÷ Classical ideology from a stoner/doom band displaying some classic influences on their new album.

Wine, Women And Song sees Porn (get it? Sees porn??) going to the roots of the genre, all the way back to Sabbath itself, to pull up some of the most gut-wrenching, riff-laden doom IĂve ever come across. The albumĂs artwork, a dark classical portrait of a naked child sleeping, sets the tone for most of what is contained within.

Tracks like ˘Succulento÷ and ˘The Five Books Of The Aneas,÷ are sparsely populated soundscapes, built on the strength of steady jams and full of memorable guitarwork. Though somewhat ambient in their nature, these songs are never anything but upfront and absolutely refuse to be relegated to being anyoneĂs background noise.

What keeps Wine, Women And Song on track are steady rock numbers like ˘Mastadon Entr?e÷ (sic) and ˘Glory Will Be Mine.÷ These songs, with their straight-ahead driving rhythms, show the real force of the members of the band and their true songwriting ability. The jams are enjoyable, donĂt get me wrong, but Porn can be a real powerhouse when it comes to kicking out more structured material.

Their flair for the epic is perhaps best shown on ˘The Five Books Of The Aneas,÷ a mostly-instrumental song spanning tracks four and five of the total six. While the song is broken up in such a way as to separate the jam from the rest, the overall effect works quite well, making Wine, Women and Song another in a string of impressive Small Stone releases.

JJ Koczan
November, 2004

HIGH BIAS

I love Porn. I'd better clarify that before folks think they've clicked on the wrong site; I love the band Porn. There's nobody better at space grunge mantra metal; a Porn show can be a truly transcendental experience. On the band's third album Wine, Women and Song, guitarist/mastermind Tim Moss is joined by stoner metal producer Billy Anderson on bass and Melvins drummer Dale Crover on the skins, giving him the engine his vehicle has always deserved. Moss lathers great flowing waves of six-string sludge over the sometimes floating, sometimes driving rhythms; the trio raises beautiful mountains of noisy melody, complete with dark clouds at the apex. The droning "Succulento" features a pedal steel so dirty it would make Nashville recoil, while "Glory Will Be Mine" simply kicks out the fucking jams. Things bog down a bit during the multi-part epic "The Five Books of the Aeneas," but the dinosaur roars back to life with "Last Song." There's no substitute for standing in a small club surrounded by the sound of Porn, but Wine, Women and Song is truly the next best thing.

Michael Toland
November 7th, 2004
www.highbias.com

SLEAZEGRINDER

Saw Men of Porn (now abbreviated to just Porn) one Sunday night at OĂbriens in Allston Rock City a few years back, and they played to like, nobody. Well, ok, me and the bartender, and thatĂs it. But dig ű they still sounded like a fire belching locomotive exploding into space. I bought all their junk and yanked their Mans Ruin poster off the wall that night, and considered myself lucky for being there. See, Porn like to bring the fucking ROCK, Jack, in the most obtuse, get-there-when-we-get-there kinda way, and theyĂll do it even if they ainĂt any jerks there to RECEIVE the rock. They kick up big olĂ dust storms of drug-fuzz and sheet metal clang for many high noon showdown minutes at a time, and then they burst like supernovas into full-on freak flag dope nĂ roll like conquering arena rock heroes. ItĂs some supersonic sleight-of-hand, and thereĂs a dozen prime examples here, half of them marching right across the ten-minute mark and collapsing in heaps of feedback sometime later. ItĂs very much like the live Porn experience, this ŠWine, Women, and SongĂ, only you gotta provide the wine and women yrself. Oh, and itĂs a concept record, of course, divided into ˘books÷, but I donĂt take drugs, so yer gonna have to figure that shit out on your own. But the tunes, that much I can attest to ű they roll loose and jagged, like a bowling ball headed for the gutter, that suddenly rights itself with only inches to spare, and knocks Šem all down, provoking cheers and high-fives all around. If you edited the last 3-4 minutes of each track into a whole Šnother record, youĂd have one brawling motherfucker of a stoner metal album (ok, EP) in classic Drunk Horse/Thunderpussy tradition, but itĂs all the dynamic tension and cloud-gathering in the double-wide intros that give this one all itĂs personality. ItĂs one woozy ride, doper.

Ken
October 27th, 2004
www.sleazegrinder.com

ZERO MAGAZINE

I guess they dropped (The Men Of) from their band title and just go by Porn now. Cool. Whatever they call themselves, this is still one of the best bands out there as far as heaviness and odes to the glory era of Pink Floyd is concerned. Masters Billy and Tim have roped in drum legend Dale Crover (Melvins) to participate in an almost epic scale of sonic riffs and compositions entering a new plateau of stoned regalia and perfect harmonies seized by alternations of imaginations and grit. What makes this band and album even more important is the use of almost no vocals. In this writerĂs humble opinion, a lot of stoner/doom/space bands take on the idea of singing and turn it into a falsity of screams and/or whiny ether tones. Usually, not always. Even when Tim does choad in, itĂs OK and very welcome. But for the most part here, you got instrumentals and that should be played on the next shuttle mission or matched up to the end of 2001, from H.A.L. to the ensuing light show. And their segmented glory titled ˘The Five Books Of The Aeneas÷ harkens back to days when rock music was used against black light posters and to drown put the warbles of your history teacher. This is a full breadth and amazing album.

Mark Whittaker
November, 2004

MONOLITH (Greece)

Chapter Three of the Porn (The Men Of) adventure. If you think that "Wine, Women and Song..." is a collection of drink songs, then go to the doctor first, and ask him if you're healthy enough: because you'll have to handle the hardest stuff. OK?

Right. Now, you can call your women and buddies, put the record, play it loud and get ready for a bad hangover. Three guys and not the least for that third LP. Once again, Porn's founder, brains, vocalist and guitarist Tim Moss (Ritual Device) summoned two colossus of the heavy rock scene. Tim shows a certain talent for that. After Joe Goldring (ex-Swans), Guy Pinhas (The Obsessed, Goatsnake, Acid King), Brian Hill (Buzzov-en, Acid King) among other talented guests, it's now the turn of Dale Crover (Melvins, Nirvana) on drums and tympani, and Billy Anderson (Melvins, Splith, but mostly well-known as the "you can't get away from him" producer of the Melvins, Neurosis, Sleep, High On Fire...), on bass, organ, piano, backing vocals and engineering, to join the Porn's Brutish Beasts Club. OK, that's not fair this time. Even so, "Wine, Women and Song..." is subtler than just a destructive, loud explosion of a massive wall of sounds: this is just one of the main components of the hairy Porn's style. Subtle...you doubt? So what about the rest... A heavy primitive fuzz guitar playing monster riffs and feedback (listen to that de-generated quasi-human feedback line echoing like a sick mocking laugh in the second half of "Succulento", or to that insane guitar yelling in "Last Song"... there's a smell of paranoia, isn't there?) a boggy-like-sludge rhythm section (that's not entertainment with Dale and Billy, masters of densityÓ their thickness abilities are as huge as they want to be), lead Pornster's harsh voice vomiting rare but totally depraved lyrics, an early 70's Pink Floyd-ish pedal steel, like on the salutary meditative part of "The Five Books Of Theaeneas" (that reminds the beautiful Atom Heart Mother's track "If"). All those ingredients are mixed into something that is not only a devastating heavy stoned metal magnum opus. Meditative and noisy experiments also confer an "intellectual" (some words have sometimes to be said) dimension to that record.

Don't get me wrong; what I mean is that Porn should be listened to, not only with your ears and body, but also with your mind wide open. So is that kind of Porn.

Rate: 11/13

Francoise Massacre
November, 2004
www.monolith.gr

SAN FRANCISCO BAY GUARDIAN

If you've ever crossed paths with Men of Porn mastermind Tim Moss, you know he looks like a fucking metal wizard and plays like Lucifer. The towering, long-haired, long-bearded Bay Area resident once described for me the pleasure he took in performing live "D sets" ű one song tortured to its last nerve for 40 minutes ű and he christened the covers he recorded of Mot¸rhead's "Sister" for Porn's Experiments in Feedback EP "Valium Mix" and "Nod Mix." This is a man skilled in compacting your skull like the trash collector, rattling gray matter with seriously psychedelic sludge and repetitive riffs thick enough to abbreviate your lung capacity. On Wine, Women, and Song ..., Moss teams up with bassist Billy Anderson and Melvins drummer Dale Crover to perform black-lit magic. The mostly instrumental songs throb like phantom limbs, with Moss's droning guitar doom cascading over a sinister rhythm section that could crack concrete. When Moss does deem a track worthy of vocals, he spews a gravelly bile about narcotics, neurosis, and nasty habits. But otherwise it's a dirgy Sabbath-Melvins bath where even the cleanest-sounding song ű the 15-minute, five-part "Five Books of the Aeneas" ű sounds hatched from Pink Floyd's Meddle-ing acid flashbacks.

Jennifer Maerz
Dec. 01 - Dec. 07 2004 ˛ Vol. 39, No. 09
www.sfbg.com

SF WEEKLY

Though the band got lumped in with the stoner-rock movement when it first emerged in the late '90s, the feedback-laden noise blasted out by Porn (The Men of) smacks of something far more extreme than crushers sucked from a 5-foot bong. Creating the aural equivalent of shooting heroin while peaking on blotter acid, founder and guitar mastermind Tim Moss stirs up a molasses-thick soup of Floydian space-rock and galloping Mot¸rhead-style thunder on the group's latest. Backed this time around by Melvins drummer Dale Crover and noted producer/engineer Billy Anderson (who has worked with the likes of Mr. Bungle, Neurosis, and Sleep, to name a few) on bass, piano, and organ, Moss conjures titanic, swirling waves of fuzzed-out distortion that unfold slowly and deliberately on the nearly 12-minute opener "Succulento" before finally kicking into overdrive. Briefer salvos "Mastadon Entr?e" and "Glory Will Be Mine" touch on more typical rawk bludgeoning, but it's the expansive excursions into drone and skull-cracking riff chaos heard on such epics as "The Five Books of Aeneas" and "Last Song" that will have fans of left-field heaviness genuflecting at the altar of this band.

Dave Pehling
December 15, 2004
www.sfweekly.com

ROADBURN MAGAZINE

Wine, Women and Song are three of the Devil's playthings, says the cover and inside page of the new Porn record. I guess we could add the slide guitar and volume are two more of the Devil's playthings.
The part of the Devil will played for this review by Tim Moss, guitarist, founder and guiding force of Porn. It's really easy to cast Moss in this role, I mean, there's just something inherently creepy about all the music that he's made, whether it was with Ritual Device or The Men of Porn. Moss just exudes dark seediness, both with his voice and with his guitar sounds.

On his newest release, there is obvious veil of maleficence and sickness. This is evident before you even open the CD case. The cover is a pallid, bloated boy/cherub done in chiaroscuro style reminiscent of the old Italian masters. The painting style serves to enhance the cherub's sickly/sweaty sheen, and the fact that it's reclining in some of post-coital or heroin-induced bliss provokes deeply unsettling thoughts.
Once you've actually put the CD on, the lyrics bring overt drug references, satanic references, and much more unsettlingly, the refrain from "Last Song", during which Moss states repeatedly "I saw you looking out my window last night." This is made even lewder by the fact that the production places him behind you and leaning very close to your era while he says it.

The vocal production makes the most of Moss' somewhat limited singing ability by moving him all over the mix to alternately maximize his howling and his more personal speaking/incanting style. Devil Moss clearly ] channels the dark side, but he's also a relentless innovator and maximum volume hound, both of which are traits I admire.

His latest backing band is the all-star team of Billy Anderson on bass [and production] and Dale Crover on drums. Calling them rock solid is no hyperbole. Moss takes this behemoth [and consistently interesting] rhythm] section to the furthest reaches of space and stoner rock and then sends back twisted and plaintive missives with his nearly human sounding slide guitar howls.

"Wine, Women and Song" moves from these deep spacey jams to sharp, angular riffing with complete ease. There is a tremendous amount of ebb and flow on the whole record, with long quiet builds setting up supremely satisfying riff bashing. Throw in some great songs, stellar production and a monster rhythm section, and you have that most elusive of records, familiar enough to be easily digestible, and complex enough to listen to over and over.

In contemporary terms, this record thouches on Ufomammut, Kyuss, Jesus Lizard, Melvins and Fuckemos. In classic terms there are traces of Black Sabbath, Hawkwind and Pink Floyd. A very tasty melange indeed, all served up with super loud and heavy production destined to destroy iPod headsets the world over.
This has the hallmarks [earmarks?] of an album with tremendous staying power, it's consistently heavy and consistently interesting. So good it's sinful!

Drew Webster
December 22nd, 2004
roadburn.com

TASTY FANZINE (UK)

Like a hammer to the forehead, so arrive Porn, with an album your mum would probably warn you to stay away from because itĂs a bad influence, and as we grow older we learn that Šmother knows bestĂ.

I may as well get it over with pretty sharpish, this is fan-bloody-tastic, not only that, but itĂs a huge throbbing beast of an album that could frankly wake the dead, or reversely kill the elderly or infirm.

The band comprise of Tim Moss, Dale Crover (Melvins/Nirvana) and Billy Anderson (Producer of Neurosis, Fantomas, Orange Goblin, Mr. Bungle), three men, that in this recording have captured a sound that is honestly a fucking scary prospect. It is a sound that is brutal, while at the same time (in some tracks anyway) quite comforting. There are mentions in the press release of Pink Floyd and Black Sabbath, and that is a pretty good indication of the sound. Floyd covering SabbathÓ.and youĂre getting warm.

This is some cosmic rock of the highest order, where Šstoner rockĂ can often be a monotonous trudge from one chord to another and back again, Porn offer more in the way of dynamics and song structure, not to mention the outstanding guitar work of Moss. I donĂt think you need me to tell you, that this is not going to be everyoneĂs cup of tea, but if you try to please everyone you end up with McFly, and we donĂt want that, do we?

Drew Millward
January 5th, 2005
www.tastyfanzine.org.uk

ALLMUSIC.COM

Some might perceive Porn's (also known as Men of Porn) choice of cover art for 2004's Wine, Women and Song as distasteful or downright grotesque. But then, this deeply disturbing, but certainly stylishly rendered image of a nude child, or child-like thing (designed by famed artist and former Man's Ruin Records chief Frank Kozik) perfectly exemplifies the dark, foreboding, yet captivating aesthetic behind this side-project supergroup. And you know what? You should have seen their first LP cover! Anyway, Wine, Women and Song reconvenes the trio of Melvins' drummer Dale Crover, bassist/producer Billy Anderson and guitarist/vocalist Tim Moss after a three-year silence, and, as well as showing themselves ever willing to challenge conventions and taboos (though not necessarily indulge in them), Porn also seem, well, hungry. What else is one to think when the album's absolutely immense, 12-minute opening instrumental/ stoner/ space/ metal jam "Succulento" segues straight into the cleverly named "Mastodon Entr?e"? That's right, this is one band that's not afraid to throw its weigh around. Next up, the dread-filled doom of "Glory Will Be Mine" and the nightmarish whirlwind of "Morning Star Rising" both do without the food allusions, but, like their predecessors, combine turgid riffs, waves of psych-guitar feedback, low-end bass rumbles, primal drumming, and growling Lothario vocals in ways that often recall the early work of New Jersey's Monster Magnet -- only even more demented! All of the above and more -- mostly mellow sections marked by swaying guitar pickings, softly droning organs and just plain unaccompanied drums -- characterize the next epic, "The Five Books of Aeneas," and, for a final salvo, the aptly named "Last Song" grinds the listener to dust with another ten-ton grind of hypnotic proportions. Ultimately, Wine, Women and Song still lacks the sort of groundbreaking originality or sense of contiguity to qualify as a truly original and complete album; but for an intriguing and unquestionably warped exercise in post- stoner rock experimentation, it does far more than whet the appetite.

Ed Rivadavia
January, 2005
allmusic.com

STONERROCKCHICK.COM

After months and months of teasing us with the prospect of Dale Crover joining the PORN crew for a short tour, Tim Moss did one better by kidnapping both him and the undisputed god of heavy, Billy Anderson into the fold to create one of the most potent incarnations this band has ever seen.

"Wine, Women and SongÓ" is the perfect median of "American Style"and "Experiments in Feedback"ű violent, slow motioned sludge with intermittent, deranged vocals carefully harnessed between bouts of carefully constructed feedbackÓ add in the experience and brutality of Crover and Anderson, and you literally have some of the heaviest music known to man. ItĂs not only the songs that have me playing town crier about this recording, but more in how PORN approaches and executes them.

Dale Crover is in his element on Succulento, attacking the skins just as viciously as he did on the 14 year old Bullhead sessions, creating the ideal momentum to launch both Moss and Anderson into an ominous 12 minute void of whooshing, asthmatic feedback and plodding low end. "Mastodon Entr?e" moves in a more straightforward manner, perhaps mockingly taking on KyussĂ legendary "Green Machine" riffage and and tweaking it PORN style into a wheezing, downtuned sludgefest that continues well into the near spoken-word spookiness of "Glory Will Be Mine".

I can't say I like Tim's vocals on "Morning Star Rising": If anything, I think Anderson's scathing backup vocals should have been up in the forefront, but hey, I don't listen to PORN for the vocals. Mainly, IĂm listening to how well PORN version Ă04 meshes together as a group, especially when they move into that ethereal atmospheric drone of
"The Five Books of Aeneas". Note MossĂ tasteful pedal steel work on Book iii) "Assembly of the Silent" and the tribal, low bpm Melvinated iv) "Chimaera Awakens. "

"Last Song" cements PORNĂs new legacy by laying down 11+ minutes of damn-near perfect crawling-king-sludge that would make any Melvins fan weep at the Šluded out groove and the impossibly beautiful effects created by Moss and Anderson. This is PORNĂs finest hour. LetĂs hope the powers that be can keep this crew in tact, at least for one more album.

Nick Muc
January, 2005
www.stonerrockchick.com

IN MUSIC WE TRUST

When you put Billy Anderson (producer of the who's who of the classic stoner underground), Dale Crover (Melvins) and Tim Moss in a studio together, it's gonna be loud. And heavy. And spacey, and will quite possibly kick your ass in unforeseen ways. Such is the case with the trio's latest project, formerly Men of Porn, renamed to the lascivious band name Porn. On the six-track stoner rock odyssey, you get it all, from ultra heavy riffs, to 12-minute epics, to guttural screams and ripping fretwork, to left of center, free-form instrumental magic. All in a day's work for Porn, an unstoppable sludge rock entity whose latest release will please the innermost Sabbath devotee in us all.

Mike SOS
Issue Sixty Nine, 2005
www.inmusicwetrust.com

COSMIC LAVA

Whenever I put a new PORN album in the player I expect the unexpected. At first I was surprised when I had taken a look in the booklet and noticed that PORN mainman Tim Moss had once again gathered a so-called "all-star" line up around him. Here we have Melvins drummer Dale Crover and Billy Anderson on bass, who#s also responsible for dozens of heavy brutal productions for bands like Bottom, Melvins, Sleep etc. Of course, "Wine, Women And Song" had been also co-produced, recorded and mixed by him and, at least, Frank Kozik had done the complete layout. I'm glad that the cover artwork is a very unusual Kozik work. It looks more like a vintage Rembrandt painting and fits perfectely to the here included sound. Ok, a lot of well-known names here to find, but what at least counts is the music. In opposite to the last PORN album "Experiments In Feedback" here are no cover-versions neither any loops. But in Moss' musical pandemonium is still a big Melvins edge to find, not only because Dale Crover is here on board. It's also this same kind of twisted cynical weirdness in combination with a strange humour and the urge to leave typical song structures behind. But apart of all this extravaganza "Wine, Women And Song..." is the doomiest PORN album so far. While the debut "American Style" was more embedded in a 70's heavy rock context and "Experiments in Feedback" was (as the title says) an experimental rock album, here are a lot of gloomy doom-tinged riffs included. But it wouldn't be Tim Moss if he just came up with a lame re-hash of Sabbathian styled riffage. And the album contains some of the strangest guitar solos(?) I've heard since a long time. It sounds more as if one would squeeze a cat than anything else. As I've said it before, the here included songs are full of inspiring and hypnotic, sometimes spaced-out, surprises and especially the two longest cuts (about 11 min.+) at the end of the album are my personal faves here. But the entire album is convincing, filled with striking heaviness and the use of additional instruments like piano, organ, pedal steel or tympani f.e. are making the PORN listening experience just more exciting. And, at least, "Wine, Women And Song" kicks ass!

KK
April, 2005
www.cosmiclava.de

TANGERINE MAGAZINE

Every Porn show I've ever been to seemed to eventually expand into an unstructured, free form expression of volume, feedback, and gigantic, crushing mood music of madness. Always an amazing and impressive display. That freedom and fluid improvisation definitely brings out the best in this band. Their past CDs never quite lived up to the power of their performance, however. I realize that is probably true to some extent with virtually every truly talented band I've seen perform, but always more so with a group like Porn that puts on such a jaw dropping display live. I'm writing all this to lead into the surprise I felt upon hearing the tight structure and focused groove that drives the collection of tunes on "Wine, Women and Song". Billy Anderson's famous wall of huge sound is here more distinct and purified. I love that Billy Anderson sound, but this approach keeps the power while allowing the individual instruments and sounds more room to move and breathe. When you've got the amazingly perfect percussion of Dale Crover pounding and drumming that manages to both back and lead, you want to hear every beat. Tim Moss never sounded so "right" to me on disc before, which Billy also caught in his deft mixing web, and his own bass foundations and rhythmic megaton vibratory glory are likewise blended with a precision and purity that pleases this listener beyond the ability of my meager words to communicate as deeply as I hear and feel throughout the incredibly centered force of this recording. Their live sound is overwhelmingly massive, and mindblowingly loud, and I drink it up like a dried sponge in a deluge of metal rain whenever I get the chance, but this CD approaches the seismic power of a granite ripping earthquake by harnessing and controlling that enormity and compressing it into individual gems of crushing creativity that are artistically precise but still indicative of their explosive power. Here Porn have at last managed to concentrate their essence carefully, competently,
and without a single flaw, polished to a glistening gloss that glows with decibels divine. A musical work of art that both rocks and amazes you with every listen.

Glenn Tillman
July 5th, 2005
www.tangerinemagazine.com

Hellride Music

HELLRIDE MUSIC

Listening to Tim Moss's voice makes me think of someone who would dress up in a Bugs Bunny costume and lure young kids into his rape van. All stinky breath from cigarettes and bottom-shelf bourbon. But the man sure knows how to do weird shit with a guitar.

Tim Moss unleashed is a thing to see. Those that have seen Porn live know what IĂm talking about. Those signature atonal whelps he ushers from that guitar are legendary and the way he makes those Orange amps his volume bitchesÓ,
With Wine, Women and Song..., Tim is joined by Melvin's drummer Dale Crover and noted producer/musician Billy Anderson who also co-produces and engineers. People that have read my prior reviews know that IĂm no huge Billy Anderson fan when it comes to any band that has vocals, but here the sound DEVESTATES. I kept thinking of what Meantime-era Helmet would sound like if they recorded on Ketamine. The sound on Wine, WomenÓ is massively dense and percussive. The mix is loud to begin withÓ this is a true volume junkieĂs recording.

As for the Porn material, it's the same drug-blues and meth metal found on their seminal American Style release mixed with the Albini-ish feedback experimentalism found onÓ wellÓ Experiments in Feedback. I swear to God, some of this stuff sounds familiar. None of the song titles match up with any of the other stuff and I'm too lazy to go get the prior Porn CDs to check, but I'm slightly suspicious. Either way, the production on this monster beats the other two hands down, so I guess it's a wash. I mean, the SOUND. Massive, denser than Osmium.

Moss's lyrics always hover on the slightly paranoid dark side. Nothing is gonna beat that song about 'Teabaggin' ÷ though. That's the best.

Good stuff. We've waited a long time for Moss to get back in the studio, and this was worth the wait. Edgy, eardrum-busting, paranoid drug-metal.

Chris Barnes
October 2004
www.hellridemusic.com

Album Tracks

  1. Succulento
  2. Mastodon Entre
  3. Glory Will be Mine
  4. Morning Star Rising
  5. The Five Books of Aeneas
  6. Last Song

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