02 Egoknights And Firearks
05 Boy Vs. Tree
07 Morning Sun
09 Dear Mammoth
10 My Mixtapes Suck Big Time
The multi-faceted clawing at the stoner doom mantle which defined their 2010 full length, Concrete Catalyst, has been taken to pastures fresh; self-recorded behind the locked doors of their own studio, Beehoover’s latest is a swirl of raw, sultry tones and rumbling octaves that strike chords with braggadocio 70’s hard rock as much as it does the thunderous rumble of Black Cobra and the jutting angles of Unsane. Beehoover are at their most rocking here, tangling the long hair of the headbangers with all the genres of beard in one matted toupee of oddball rhythms and histrionic vocals.
The Devil And His Footmen buzzes with eccentric electric – grit your teeth and enjoy the sting.
Oh, and keep following your leaders
– here’s what people, who know their shit have to say about the past efforts of Beehoover:
“A veritable scheiße-sturm … the Fatherland has sired some mighty and malevolent rock bastards among all the post-industrial slop.” Rocksound Magazine
“Everybody else can pretty much fuck off … Beehoover are one of the purist bands around … We need more bands like Beehoover in the world.” SkullsNBones.com
“huge, inventive and ever-changing, things clink and clank together like the giant cogs driving forward some gargantuan war machine.” Rock A Rolla Magazine
“These riffs could cause total enlightenment or they could melt your face off like the Nazi in Indiana Jones. This is metal not to be trifled with … Simply, earth-shatteringly awesome.” subba-cultcha.com
“Concrete Catalyst is one of those truly rare things: a record that you expect little, if anything of, yet the vision, execution and – importantly – the sheer heaviness of which completely fucking blows you away.”