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MEATBODIES – ” Reach for the Sunn “

Posted: October 10, 2021 in MUSIC
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Over the course of the decade, Meatbodies’ Chad Ubovich has been a perennial candidate for MVP of West Coast’s fertile rock scene. The LA native could be seen peeling off guitar solos in Mikal Cronin’s backing band, supplying the Sabbath-sized low end for Ty Segall and Charlie Moothart as the bassist for Fuzz, and, of course, fronting his own band Meatbodies. Today the recently dormant experimental noise/freak-rock outfit has announced their return with “333″ –– A corrosive stew of guitar scuzz, raw acoustic rave-ups, and primitive electronics that charts Ubovich’s journey from drug-induced darkness to clear-eyed sobriety.

333″ simultaneously reflects on how the world he re-entered was still pretty messed up-if not more so. “These lyrics are dark, but I think these are things that a lot of people are feeling and going through” he says. “Here in America, we’re watching the fall of U.S. capitalism, and 333 is a cartoonish representation of that decline.”

That psychic tug-of-war plays out on opening track and lead single, “Reach for the Sunn” which is available today along with an accompanying video directed by Josh Erkman. On “Reach For The Sunn” Ubovich realizes that he’s not so much singing about his own path, but something much greater than himself as its distorted slow-motion creep leads to a chorus both celebratory and dispiriting: “Reach for the stars/reach for the sun/reach for the trigger/reach for the gun.”

From the upcoming album: “333

Meatbodies performing live in the KEXP studio. Recorded November 19, 2014.

Chad Ubovich spent the last few years as a member of Ty Segall and Mikal Cronin‘s respective backing bands. Along the way, he’s learned to put his personal spin on the surf-strum mutant beach party championed by California psychedelic rock bands like Thee Oh Sees, Wand and Bleached.

As Meatbodies, Ubovich’s lessons pay off. Listening to the band, fans of Ty Segall and his coterie will no doubt find similarities — the obvious nods to ’60s dream-time dementia, cultish lyrical enticements, the cartoonish narcissism of glam rock, the positioning of an acoustic guitar against heaps of fuzz and delay. That’s fine. People don’t expect a revelation in rock ‘n’ roll so much as they demand a good time. But Ubovich finds ways to differentiate his music, and in doing so gets to have it both ways.

You can tell he’s a bassist by trade, as the rhythmic imperative on his self-titled debut hardly ever lets up; it’s dialed into mosh-pit velocity while driving songs with metallic edges (the twinned lead guitars of “Mountain,” for example) into controlled bursts of frenzy. Someone has already knocked the drink out of your hand, but Meatbodies’ poignant middle section will have you staring at patterns from the lights dancing off the liquid now covering the floor.

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Elsewhere the sturdy two-chord riff structures recall an earlier SoCal sensation, Rocket From The Crypt, if it had replaced its horn section with two more guitarists and played everything much faster and heavier. Meatbodies plays off this energy, which dips only by design and comes racing back anew, recharged and ready to slam heads together. Ubovich applies these lessons to perfection in “Off,” four and a half minutes of bug-eyed melodic pogo-punk that’s been jammed into a quick-shifting chorus and peppered with whammy-bar fratricide and finger-shredding hammer-ons designed to knock the wind out of anyone in earshot. The record closes, fittingly, with “The Master,” a massive coda of delay and noise that shoots the curl against the driving, steady beat, sounding for all the world like Ubovich is trying to trigger the next big earthquake.

Songs:
Mountain
Him
Wahoo
Tremmors

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From the upcoming, self-titled album.Which came out in October 14th, 2014. intheredrecords.com .L.A. rocker Chad Ubovich has done time on guitar and bass in Mikal Cronin’s band and on bass with the Ty Segall-affiliated garage rock project FUZZ. He’s now fronting his own band, the marvelously named Meatbodies, and they’re putting out a self-titled LP on In The Red Records this fall. Lead single “Tremmors” matches straight-up Zeppelin crunch with colorful psych-rock flourishes that remind me of ’90s Flaming Lips and Tripping Daisy. Fans of humongous power chords, shit-kicking drums, and wildly wailed melodies