The awesome thing about High On Fire is what, at its heart, is awesome about rock music itself. As much as the songs, what they’re really about is the overpowering thrill of being blasted in the face with the noise of a loud, loud, loud guitar. They are for the Beavis & Butt-Head in us, Otto the bus driver if he had a band. If our onomatopoeia could rightfully be applied to one band, High On Fire are it – Kerrannnnng!.
Almost a quarter of a century since they arrived with The Art Of Self Defense in 2000, Cometh The Storm happily also finds High On Fire hitting the creative and energetic height they can manage when they’re at their best. Matt Pike’s riffs haven’t sounded this fresh and full of life since Snakes For The Divine, nor have they sounded quite so much like you’re actually sat next to his amp as it deafens you.
Opener Lambsbread is a monster, all power and thunder, hammering away irresistibly on a winding groove, while Burning Down’s insistent rhythms – courtesy of excellent new drummer Coady Willis, fearsomely filling the enormous shoes of longtime skinsman Dez Kensel – could bash a hole in a mountain. Trismegistus’ solo is Tony Iommi back in the Stone Age, The Beating is all punky speed and aggression, Tough Guy is elephantine metal par excellence. All of it is sweatily hammered out, dirt and grease everywhere, as heavy and as loud and as feral as two Motörheads playing side by side.