Matt Pike
might be the most
metal
person alive. His dogmatic refusal to kowtow to trends is unparalleled for a relative young'un. He was stoner before stoner was cool (for the second time) with
Sleep
, and with
High On Fire
, he adds a speedy dimension, yet retains that doomsaying guitar tone that's thicker than a sumo wrestler's ankles, showing that going somewhere fast beats going nowhere slow more often than not. On sophomore release
Surrounded By Thieves
, the first, second, and third thing you hear is his guitar, a solidly packed continuous riff that sounds like
Motoerhead
's bass chug. It is relentless, even when
Pike
solos, which then allows the band to mimic
Saint Vitus
on amphetamines. All eight songs sprawl on for several minutes at a time, each one an epic that rolls like sinister thunder across the landscape; storm coming, you better hide. There's not much variation on
Surrounded
; the whole disc pretty much locks in at 11, grabs your jugular, and refuses to let go, but when you get locked into a groove this good, who needs variety anyway? ~ Brian O'Neill