Yigga Digga, bit of a funny name, eh? I didn’t start delving into where it came from until after I had listened to “Faded Glory”, and I had a good old laugh at it, as it is not often a band’s name describes their sound. The band draw on some very varied influences and manage to pull it off with a good sense of individuality, which is a rare talent. The four piece (who were raised by wolves?) from Pennsylvania are demanding your attention, and I can assure you it will be held throughout the eleven tracks here.
The album starts with the title track (just like the good old, simple days). Say hello to some Yigga and a big dose of Digga. The song gallops along and gives you a great idea as to what you are in for. “Slave To The Life” is the track of the album for me. Have a gander at the video above and make up your own mind, but this is a brilliant piece of old school rhythmic rock. It has a real Lynyrd Skynyrd feel. It is lazy, it is sitting back supping a beer and just chilling… until that amazing solo kicks in. Sheer class.
“Into Eden” takes us on another journey that is a mix between Black Sabbath and prog. You have the grubby, swamp-dragged guitar and the fiery vocals. It all borders on that NWOBHM sound. Once again, we switch it all about on “Memory”, as we drag out the faithful old acoustic, with an intro that would fit on an Alanis Morrisette album, but that is short lived, as we get down to business and… early thrash perhaps? The song is wound around the guitars, but the composition and song writing are sneakily subtle. To me, the intro on “Cutter” sounded like a sped up “Godzilla” from Blue Oyster Cult, but as I am now getting used to expecting, this changes dramatically. We get a change on vocals that reminded me of Killer Dwarves, but this is a heavy number for sure. It has a great solo, and at only 2.51 minutes, left me wanting much more.
“Wendigo” really gives you the feel of where these guys were raised with wolves and where they survived on peyote. It has a stoner feel about it, and is quite floaty. “Wishing Well” ramps it up and kicks it into top gear. We have the yigga guitars again, and that ‘dragged-through-the-mud’ sound. I wish I had not read about the band name now, as I basically sing “yigga digga digga do” through all the guitar parts.
As “Equaliser” kicks in, it feels as if it is going to be a trance track, until we get the brilliant dual (maybe trio) mixed vocals. The stoner backbone is still there, and it takes you on a (bad?) trip. “222×3″ is another short, sharp attack on the senses, at less than two and a half minutes. the early Black Sabbath grind is right through it like Blackpool rock. Another belter.
With a name like”Stutter” you can expect repetition, and you get it. You also get some vocals that sound as if they are gargling with cement. I love the stucatto drums rattling away at the speaker, and I would love to be in an audience screaming the chorus, as it must sound like a load of bikers throwing up.
It all wraps up with “When The Man Comes Around” and what a riff to bow out on (yes it is yigga digga all over the place). This track could have fitted on any early Black Stone Cherry album, it is that good. According to Yigga Digga, the virgins are also out so be careful out there folks… it could be dangerous.
“Faded Glory” is an excellent album, and if you get onto their Facebook page it is selling as a digital download for only $4.99. It is worth it just for the album art alone (I loved the little dig at The Illuminati). Yigga Digga is a good time band. A band you want to sit down and share a beer with. No frills, plenty spills, and just downright dirty!
Review: Ritchie Birnie