Words that hang on the tip of your tongue as though you were about to say something familiar. The thought is quickly forgotten as you grip tightly to hang on for the next angular change. Flailing and wild gestures glued steadfast by a driving undercurrent in your roots to remind you that this is still Black Rice. Some five years after a casual beginning, Black Rice has survived the odd line up changes, shake ups and shake downs. A history appropriately echoed in equally torrential songwriting. The course of the band’s maturity has led them through the awkward stages of finding their own sound and has given the world the opportunity to discover if they are yea or nay for the Black Rice regime. They have run the gauntlet that any young band will face. Playing any show that they can get their hungry hands on, getting feet in doors of bigger venues, battle of the bands, music videos, recognition of the press and putting the sound out there. Having come out on the other side they reveal their hand made from the cards they have been dealt. Contact is on the cusp of where the past meets the future. A reflection of Black Rice’s formative years as interpreted by an older and wiser band. The progression from their first full length, Rice Lightning, to this latest album is a good indication of the strength of this band’s songwriting but by no means prepares you for the next turn.
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