Review:
Beehover – The Devil And His Footmen

It is amazing how beautifully it all fits together. The single tracks flow into one another and you could almost think The Devil And His Footmen is one giant song, a story larger then life that makes you feel incredibly sad and incredibly happy at the same time. And in my case: incredibly stupid. Because how do you translate this story into words? I hate to be reminded of my literary shortcomings. Which Beehoover do. Constantly.

Beehoover have always had their very own sound which makes it impossible to store them neatly away in a drawer somewhere between “sounds like x” or “if you like y” The drawer is always to small and every time you try, it blows up right in your face. Which seems weird given the fact that the band is essentially a duo with Ingmar Petersen on the bass and Claus-Peter Hamisch on the drums. You would think that this combination of instruments somewhat limits the choice of melodies possible, but lucky for us Beehoover either don’t know or don’t care.

The Devil And His Footmen packs less doom and gloom then their previous album Concrete Catalyst. It sets lighter tones without loosing anything of of the bands heavyness. From the mighty opener Monolith to the delightfully weird Boy vs. Tree it is brimming with raw energy that eventually spills over to you, the listener, as you shake your head and get submerged in the ever changing structures and dynamics that you find at the foundation of every song. I have listened to it several times now and I’m still getting more and more addicted to it. There is always something new to discover and I can’t imagine ever growing tired of it. So, in case you haven’ noticed: I really like this band. A lot. I will sing their praise till kingdom come which is why I will spare you further reading and leave you to hear for yourself. Which hopefully, you will.

Review by Anam