Black Honey - Spinning Wheel

Tea stained and hiding a history far beyond the defeated cry of, ”take all you can from me,’ cares to admit, the latest offering from Black Honey may be frayed around the edges, but that weathered smile knows how to survive the oncoming storm. Deliberate and cinematic, the opening minute of ‘Spinning Wheel’ weaves an intricate, decadent tapestry that whisks you away from the distractions of today.

The sudden burst of gun-toting guitar hits like a house falling from the heavens, while the cries - half-buried by that assured strut - confirm that you’re not in Kansas anymore. The circling spaghetti-western twang that polices the track is intimidating and claustrophobic, despite the horizon being on full view. The vocals, echoing the opening lament, are now fiery and determined. The melancholy that bleeds from the lyrics sits at odds with the charged potential of that instrumental landscape, but it’s a balanced marriage that brings out the best and sees both laughing at their situations

With a clear divide between the two halves of ‘Spinning Wheel’, the real majesty of Black Honey is their ability to craft a consistently lush atmosphere, yet conjure spine-tingling beauty that surprises and haunts with every rotation.