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CHAPSTIK: ALIVE WITH IMAGES OF DEATH
One cannot extol the virtues of stoner rock enough, the oft-misunderstood and critically under-appreciated sub-genre of rock 'n' roll. In fact, by hurling fistfuls of thunder and speed, bands like Chapstik (in all their blue collar Thor glory) appeal to the baser self, the self that cannot resist the power of the head bang and the flashing of the metal sign -- the self that knows why it feels so good to be bad.
Chapstik is pure adrenaline.
Their latest foray into subversion is the album Fire. Die in it, a brutish cacophony of sternum-splitting bass and fiery vocals. It is, in a word, terrifying.
“Live, Chapstik's an untamed beast... With Leighton's thunderous Southern-bred yowl, a three-guitar frontal assault and some of the finest stripped-down, riff-laden, stream of consciousness cock rock to grace these parts in ages”
Wendy Case - Metro Times
“If you worship at the altar of the riff and you like your metal sandblasted of all pretension and delivered with the subtlety of a cement truck, then CHAPSTIK's self-described "turbo-crust" deserves a chance at making the rest of your record collection look like ass.”
Keith Bergman - BLABBERMOUTH
"Chapstik has already managed to carve out their own demented place in music... This is heroin riffrock for the masses."
Kevin McHugh - Hellride Music
"If you’re a fan of hard hitting riff rock, this one delivers... fine purveyors of the heavy take notice. It's called Barnburner for a reason."
John Pegoraro - StonerRock.com
