Goldwater return with a monolithic slab of their trademark psychedelic rock. Renowned for their electric live shows there’s always a fear that the same energy won’t be translated to record, but rest easy, that’s not the case here.
With fuzzed out guitar riffs and gloriously soulful backing vocals, there’s an unmistakable sonic to Warpath. It’s understated guitar intro (that sounds ever so slightly like it might kick in to Eye of the Tiger’ at any moment) builds slowly towards Grant Decker’s manic preacher vocals. It kicks hard where it counts, but isn’t afraid to take its foot off the gas for a carefully paced middle eight.
With regressive genres like this it’s hard to make an impression on an audience, and were it not for their live reputation preceding them Warpath could have been all too easily skipped over – but Goldwater knock out desperate, infectious tunes before breakfast, and this is definitely one of them.