As a mournful whistle carves through fevered melancholia, the first stirrings of No Justice's title track evoke the mean streets and rusted prairies of a blighted small folk roiling with palpable desperation. Embracing the enormous scope of orchestral cinematic production while subduing the bombast of electrified riffage, longtime Brian Jonestown Massacre bassist Collin Hegna has honed a taut, gleaming precision from his passion project's signature sound. When his honeyed baritone waltzes with the operatic wizardry of bandmate Maria Karlin, the finely-etched lyrical depths fortify Federale's cinematic sway.
Spare yet sumptuous, distilling the lean, gritty essence of grindhouse anomie and wielding orchestral flourishes of widescreen delicacy, No Justice feels like the defining statement of a band fully-realized ' a sultry, restless stormcloud arising from the darkness at the edge of town to draw forth the fated reckoning.
Fire On The Hill
She's Headed For The Highway, I'm Bound For The Train
Talk Is Cheap
Aim For The Heart
Drums Of Death
When Snow Falls
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