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It’s sad when bands dissolve like Alabama Thunderpussy and Facedowninshit …but it’s fucking awesome when those members get with other guys and create something even better…The Might Could. This self-titled debut is what happens when those bad ass rockers refuse to stop bringin’ the thunder. These four guys bring that thunder with a whole lot of whiskey drinkin’, ass smackin’, and head banging that makes for one helluva good time.

“Stone Colossus” kicks it all off with hollow southern guitars that flicker into stoner paced chunk. The many influences of these veteran rockers are already smiling upon us. The thundering drums of “Wretched Wraith” guide us through screaming guitars and vocals that were evolved through the gargling of whiskey and broken glass. The next track is an epic tale of Ol’ Dixie and is sung with the strain of pain that still rings through parts of the south. The song comes across as mystical as the guitars wail and squeal through the thickness of bass.

When I first read the album track list, “I Don’t Even Like Pantera Anymore,” stood out like a sore thumb. WTF? Then I listened to it. I can only speculate that this track is tongue-in-cheek with its obvious thrash groove sound seemingly inspired by the giants of Pantera. The vocals on this track also conjure up Phil and the southern grind that once was. The album takes a turn into the mist with “When the Spirits Take Control.” Very mellow with a thumping beat and a final guitar solo that shows off the bands music talents fully.

“Mad Dog Blues” is anything but bluesy with its hard rockin’ riffs. “Let Em Up Easy” lends itself to a blues intro, then leads us into another guitar explosion on “Coming Clean.” The album concludes with heavy stoner rock on both “The Widower” and “The Fall.”

The Might One is the sound of four passionate rockers gettin’ it done for the sake of rockin’. The music is stoney at times and thrash metal at others. It is also the cohesive sound of what happens when great musicians come together. Damn good at what they do. Damn good.

Sleazegrinder Review

After the rather sudden and sadly unheralded demise of the great Alabama Thunderpussy in 2008, I wondered how long it would take sparkplug Erik Larson to start something new and, given the eclectic nature of his solo records, what it would sound like. The answers can be found on this here self-titled debut from the Might Could. Taking on the lead vocals (am I the only one who wonders why he didn’t do that in ATP with all their lead singer troubles?), Larson doesn’t stray that far off the thrashgrunge path ATP pioneered – anybody who digs Staring at the Divine will get a familiar buzz from the blazing Stone Colossus and Coming Clean and the slow grind of The Widower. But Larson’s apparently been giving his old blues records a few spins in his down time, as he and fellow picker TJ Childers add plenty of Dixie boogie to Let ‘em Up Easy, Wretched Wraith and the blatantly Skynyrd-baiting When the Spirits Take Control. Put it all together with The Night They Shoot Ol’ Dixie Down, The Fall and I Don’t Even Like Pantera Anymore (and why should you?) and you’ve got a wickedly thunderous jug of riff-mongering metal moonshine that’ll peel the skin right off your buttocks. The loss of ATP was a shame, but the rise of the Might Could makes it all better.

- Michael Toland