Oh the ever present doom metal world. As a jaded douchebag, I can't help but view a lot of it as disingenuous and having taken the easy way out. By no means am I a complete nerd who knows everything there is to know, but I do have very specific and picky tastes that exclude even some of the metal world's favorites from my must-have lists.

I'm glad to report, however, that I'm occasionally surprised to uncover nice little gems that at the very least bend my ear in a good way, such as this release here.

Ichabod have been banging away in the northeast US for the better part of 15 years, but damn if I've never really run across them outside of a passing nature in all that time until now. It's kind of a shame, because if this record is any indication, there may be a couple of things I'm missing out on. Nothing exceptionally new is presented here, but all the right elements are in place, and if that's the case, who am I to complain?

Ichabod play a very accessible and bluesy form of stoner/doom that directly recalls an infinite number of bands that they are surely fans of; bands like Clutch, early Sabbath, Kyuss, Sleep, and pretty much the entire New Orleans sludge scene show up here in tiny little doses that sound like influences and homages rather than ripoffs. It's not necessarily the type of music I voluntarily reach for, but you can't argue with the good results here.

For the most part, all the songs here sound like a less commercial Clutch, or a more commercial Acid Bath, with some epic screaming parts thrown in for good measure and a glut of fun and rollicking atmosphere. The band never gets lost in their own doominess, which is a great thing. The songs are punchy and catchy and might stick in your brain after a few repeated listens. Many purists may turn a nose up, but the focus on complete songs rather than atmosphere wins out here, and this is an all-in-all fun record to listen to.

In particular, I thought the song "108" stood out, showcasing immense dynamics and balls to the wall riffing in the middle.