Album Review: The Black Sessions by Crocodiles – A Wild Ride Through Alternative Rock
Alright, let’s talk about The Black Sessions by Crocodiles. Released in 2010 under Sangatte Records (France, baby!), this album is a solid chunk of alternative rock goodness that feels like it came straight outta some smoky underground club. If you’re into raw energy and tracks that feel both messy and magical at the same time, this one’s for you.
First up, gotta shout out “Sleep Forever.” Man, this track just grabs you by the collar and doesn’t let go. It’s got this hypnotic vibe—kinda dreamy but with an edge, like when you’re half-asleep but still kinda aware someone’s watching you. The guitar riffs are sharp enough to cut glass, and Brandon Welchez’s vocals? They’re dripping with attitude, like he couldn’t care less if you love it or hate it. Honestly, I remember this song because it stuck in my head for days after hearing it once. You know those songs where even if you forget the lyrics, you don’t forget how they made you feel? Yeah, that’s “Sleep Forever.”
Another banger on here is “Neon Jesus.” This one hits different—it’s got this almost cinematic quality to it, like the soundtrack to a gritty late-night drive through neon-lit streets. The bassline is killer, pulsing along like a heartbeat, while the lyrics throw shade at religion and society without being too preachy. I guess what makes it memorable is how it balances chaos and control; it’s chaotic enough to make your feet move, but there’s something oddly calming about its groove too.
Now, sure, the rest of the album has its moments—“Stoned To Death” is exactly as sludgy and trippy as the title suggests, and “Hearts Of Love” brings a little sweetness to balance out all the grit—but these two tracks really stand out for me. There’s no filler here, though. Every song adds to the overall mood, which is dark, moody, and unapologetically cool.
Here’s the thing about The Black Sessions: it’s not perfect. Some might say it’s rough around the edges, but honestly, that’s part of its charm. It’s like hanging out with a friend who’s a bit unpredictable—you never know what they’ll say next, but damn, it’s always interesting. And isn’t that what great rock music should be? Unpredictable, real, and full of life?
Random thought before I wrap this up: Listening to this album feels like finding an old mixtape in the backseat of a car—you’re not sure who made it, but it speaks to you anyway. So yeah, give The Black Sessions a spin. Who knows? You might just find yourself hitting repeat more times than you’d admit.
