WhiteTrashDevil.com by G. Connolly (aka Sick Royale) I ask this question all the time: What the fuck is it about Sweden? By almost all accounts of musicians who live there, it's not exactly an exciting place. Of course, that might be the answer right there. Maybe the overwhelming dullness of their surroundings is what causes so many fucking great rock and metal bands to emerge from that area. Well, you can add Blind Dog to the ever-growing list of kick ass rock 'n' roll bands to rise from Sweden. Blind Dog's MeteorCity debut, The Last Adventures Of Captain Dog, is a raucous combination of stoner-driven groove and metal-fueled insanity. Their bio describes their sound quite nicely as a cross between Superjudge-era Monster Magnet and the current sound of The Mighty Entombed. You'll even hear somes hints of Kyuss and, naturally, the legendary Wino. The album kicks off with the aptly named "Thundergroove," which quite simply knocked me on my ass the first time I popped the disc in. These guys don't fuck around when it comes to blistering riffs and wailing solos. I can't tell you how sick I am of guitarists who spend more time trying to get more sound out of a seventh string than they are worried about learning how to play the other six. The band is an incredibly tight three-piece, and it sounds like most everything was recorded in studio as it could be played live (in other words, they won't need touring musicians, other than a keyboard player, to fill out their sound). Nilsson reminds me a lot of Dave Wyndorf. He's got a similar vocal style (only a lot rougher... sort of leaning towards Entombed's L-G Petrov on some songs, only more melodic), and he has a passion for incredibly strange lyrics that basically scream, "Yeah, I wrote this when I was fucked up." And, of course, I mean all of that in a good way. Quite honestly, I can't find a bad thing to say about Blind Dog. Along with bands like Fireball Ministry and Sixty Watt Shaman, it's one of those debut albums I fell in love with the second I heard it. They know how to rock like motherfuckers ("Wish I Knew Which Side I'm On"), and they can bring it down a notch and do some wicked acoustic material ("When I'm Finally Gone"). Fuckin' A, man, just go out and buy this disc. You've heard enough gushing from me. << Back to reviews of The Last Adventures of Captain Dog