Chrome Moses – Mother Volt (2016): A Raw Punch to the Gut
Alright, let’s get one thing straight—Mother Volt isn’t your polished, radio-friendly rock album. Nope. This is raw, unfiltered grit from start to finish. Released in 2016 by Chrome Moses, this sucker hits like a brick wrapped in barbed wire. It’s not perfect, but damn if it doesn’t leave a mark.
First off, “Cyanide Heart” is where things go haywire. The track slams into you with this nasty riff that feels like someone cranked up the distortion till their amp started crying for mercy. The vocals? Gruff, pissed-off, and dripping with attitude. You can almost picture the singer spitting venom while recording this beast. What sticks with me is how it builds—slow at first, teasing you, then BOOM, it explodes into chaos. Feels like being caught in a mosh pit where everyone forgot the rules except for hit harder.
And then there’s “Paralyzed.” Holy hell, this one sneaks up on ya. Starts all brooding and moody, like a storm cloud hovering over your skull. Then halfway through, it flips the switch and becomes this relentless monster of a tune. The bassline rattles your ribs, and the drums hammer away like they’ve got something to prove. I remember thinking, “Man, these dudes aren’t just playing music—they’re trying to exorcise some demons here.” And honestly? It works. By the time it ends, you’re left breathless, wondering what just happened.
The rest of the tracks ain’t exactly filler either. Tracks like “Ballad Of A Dead Man” keep the energy high, even when they lean into darker territory. But yeah, those two cuts are the ones I’ll keep coming back to. They feel alive in a way most modern rock forgets to be—messy, unpredictable, and kinda dangerous.
Here’s the kicker though: this album came out on Not On Label. Like, no big-name backing or fancy marketing push. Just a band doing their thing, unapologetically loud and proud. Makes you wonder why more bands don’t take that route. Maybe because they’re scared of sounding too real, too unhinged. Well, screw that noise.
Final thought? Listening to Mother Volt feels like getting punched in the face by someone who actually gives a damn about you. Painful, sure, but kinda refreshing too. Now go crank this up and scare your neighbors.
