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All the Saints
Fire on Corridor X

Touch & Go (2009) Sean K.

All the Saints – Fire on Corridor X cover artwork
All the Saints – Fire on Corridor X — Touch & Go, 2009

Fire on Corridor X, the debut full-length from this Atlanta, GA three-piece swirls up their influences in a Bass-O-Matic and shotguns the remains. I hear some Ride, some Swervedriver, even a little Jesus and Mary Chain. "Sheffield" starts this one off with a bang, and the band just let the tides flow. "Hornett" builds up the tension with some cool bass lines as the rest of the songs filters in and out. This is album that would sound good with headphones on and your lava light as the only illumination in your room. You may wig out, but the trip will be memorable.

6.5 / 10Sean K. • March 18, 2009

All the Saints – Fire on Corridor X cover artwork
All the Saints – Fire on Corridor X — Touch & Go, 2009

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