Spitfire Records would have you believe that
Welcome to the Western Lodge is the brand new album by the ubiquitous
Chris Goss and his rambling, intermittent project
Masters of Reality. It is the latest offering by this "band" of one and whomever he gets to play with him. But it was originally released in the U.K. and Europe in 1999. In this case
the Masters are a two-piece with
John Leamy playing drums, keyboards, and bass, while
Goss plays guitar, "sings," and does everything below except play drums.
Welcome to the Western Lodge has all the trappings of being a concept album except the lyrics to line it up. It's a kind of slow, plodding, thud-thud-thud
hard rock with terrible vocals and big guitar riffs. There are also some "psychedelic" keyboards thrown in for measure and electronically altered sci-fi vocals. Ugh! Once upon a time, about 15 years before this album,
the Masters of Reality were a badass
rock band with the audacity to do
Cream covers. Hell, they even had
Ginger Baker join them for a time. But that was long before this tired, moronic, sleep-inducing yawn that passes for
rock & roll. One of the biggest problems is production -- which is weird.
Goss, who has produced three
Kyuss records,
Queens of the Stone Age,
Ian Astbury, and more, knows what he's doing. He also understands self-indulgence. Given that this is so, these tried -- and tried, and tried -- heavy
rock riffs with this muddy sound don't get it at all. It's not worth singling out any track for praise because, in truth, they're all pretentious and, basically, they all suck. What a huge disappointment. ~ Thom Jurek
