Slow Screams’ Clasc: A Raw Rock Odyssey That Still Echoes in 2014’s Rearview Mirror
Alright, let’s talk about Clasc by Slow Screams. This little gem of a rock album from the US dropped back in 2014 under the radar—literally, it was released on “Not On Label.” No big-shot execs here, just pure DIY vibes. And honestly? It feels like finding an old mixtape at a garage sale that somehow blows your mind.
The tracklist is wild and kinda unhinged, which fits perfectly with the band's whole deal. You’ve got songs like "Looking Wesnt" (yeah, they spelled it wrong—love that) and "How Do You Freeze Jass After Freak Jazz?" (what even IS that title?). But don’t let the weirdness fool you; these guys know how to craft some gnarly rock tunes.
Let me zoom in on two tracks that stuck with me like gum on a hot sidewalk: “Marbless aFaunae” and “Left-side Whale.”
First up, “Marbless aFaunae.” I mean, come on—that name alone sounds like someone spilled alphabet soup while writing poetry. But man, this song hits different. It starts off all moody and brooding, like the soundtrack to a late-night drive where you’re not sure if you’re running away or just lost. Then BAM! The guitars kick in, raw and crunchy, like biting into a slightly burnt cookie—it’s messy but satisfying. There’s this one riff around the halfway mark that loops in my head for days. Like…days. I swear, it’s haunting me in the best way possible.
Then there’s “Left-side Whale,” which feels like the musical equivalent of tripping over a tree root and landing face-first into a pile of leaves. It’s chaotic, unpredictable, and oddly beautiful. The drums go nuts, the vocals sound like they were recorded through a tin can phone, and yet—it works. There’s this moment near the end where everything drops out except for this lonely guitar line, and it’s so simple but so damn effective. Feels like standing alone on a cliff, staring at the ocean, wondering what whales think about when they’re chilling on their left sides.
What makes Clasc special isn’t perfection—it’s personality. These songs feel lived-in, like they’ve been dragged through dirt roads and rainy nights. They don’t try too hard to impress you, and maybe that’s why they do.
So yeah, Clasc might not be everyone’s cup of coffee—or whatever beverage cool people drink these days—but if you’re into rock music that doesn’t take itself too seriously, give it a spin. Just don’t blame me if “Marbless aFaunae” hijacks your brain for the next week.
Oh, and here’s the kicker—I listened to this album again recently, and halfway through, my cat jumped on my lap and stared at the speakers like he knew something I didn’t. Maybe Slow Screams are onto something bigger than we realize. Or maybe my cat just likes noise. Who knows?
