Album Review: Dying Surfer Meets His Maker by All Them Witches

Nashville foursome All Them Witches’ third studio full-length is an absolute stunner. Inhabiting a corner of the cosmic crust where the spacy introspection of Pink Floyd meets the down- home groove of the Allman Brothers and the bong-addled whomp of Sleep, 'Dying Surfer Meets His Maker' morphs gracefully (and often unexpectedly) from gorgeous acoustic finger- picking to fuzzed-out psychedelic improvisations to shack-shaking heavy boogie, often within the confines of the same track. Vintage-sounding yet definitely on its own trip, 'Dying Surfer Meets His Maker' brings a sense of spiritual uplift to its mind-expanding sonic explorations, feeding your ears and soul simultaneously.

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"Inspired" and "heavy" are words that come to mind when taking in Dying Surfer Meets His Maker, the third long-player from Nashville's All Them Witches. In recent years, All Them Witches' live rep has become nearly mythical as they combine mercurial yet sensitive singer/songwriter lyricism, tripped-out post-psych hard blues, and stoner rock metallic thud. The album was recorded in an isolated cabin on a Pigeon Forge, Tennessee hilltop overlooking Dollywood far below.

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Sludgemasters All Them Witches return with a new slice of psychedelia Nashville band All Them Witches provide a lot of fodder for music fans fond of hyper-categorization. They’ve been called drone, sludge, stoner doom, blues rock, and psychedelic rock, just to name a few subgenres. This pot-pourri (sorry) of styles goes to show that the band is anything but one-dimensional, cherry-picking bits of rock and roll history to incorporate into its world-engulfing swirl.

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Borrowing their name from a book sighted lying casually around in Rosemary’s Baby, Nashville’s All Them Witches kick over the traces with a brand of music that hints at free-form jazz but really majors in sonic psych-blues-rock. They recorded their third album in a wood cabin outside Pigeon Forge, home to Dollywood, yet aside from the fact that Willie Nelson’s harmonica player Mickey Raphael guests on the old school Fleetwood Mac-inspired This Is Where It Falls Apart, they couldn’t be further from the country mainstream. Jabbering synths and bursts of ambient background clutter are sifted through like spent ammunition on the ominous opener Call Me Star and the equally violent El Centro but they locate a prettier gene on Mellowing where they get to show off some nifty acoustic picking before going cosmic/mystic on Open Passageways.

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