Much of 1993's
Last Shot at Heaven finds Skullflower in power-trio mode. I wouldn't mistake them for Euphoria, but I might confuse this album with the Sightings. There are hints of the sheets of aggressive drone that would make
Carved into Roses so overwhelming (only a year later), but
Last Shot at Heaven has a foot planted more firmly in some sort of rock idiom. Despite the fairly primitive production, some tracks have a prominent 80s reverb on a loudly-mixed snare that certainly sounds out of place. There's plenty of the weirdness here that makes me cherish Skullflower and own so many of their albums.
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