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Wolfmother, Tearing Into Black Cat With Reheated Rock Thursday, June 8, 2006; Page C03
"Nothing's quite what it seems / in the city of dreams," sang Wolfmother's Andrew Stockdale to a sold-out Black Cat on Tuesday night. That couplet -- amazingly one of his least dippy lyrics -- and its escapist fantasy opened a window on the Aussie band's appeal. Its meatheaded rock is only tolerable in some alternate reality. Or perhaps one swamped with nostalgia: In addition to serving up reheated Black Sabbath and Deep Purple, certain passages of the trio's 75-minute set clearly evoked the fantasy sound of Stillwater, the focus of Cameron Crowe's love letter to mid-'70's rock excess, "Almost Famous."
Wolfmother will probably do better than almost. The musicians' recent appearance on an iPod ad is enough proof of their white-hot momentum. Then there's the fact that utterly dull arena-rock ready-mades like "Woman," "White Unicorn" and "Pyramid" didn't drive away, but further stoked, an already raucous crowd.
The trio did display a decent command of pile-driving tempo, thanks chiefly to bassist Chris Ross: His muscular playing kept the songs from falling apart. That's not saying much, since the only other thing besides high-energy sludge Wolfmother managed was a pilfering of Jack White's moves, most egregiously on "Apple Tree."
-- Patrick Foster