When I listen to Hijack The World by Canyon Creep, I think to myself: why is this band not still together and why are they not selling out stadiums?
In the 2000s, while Animalcule and The Darkness might have led the tip of the spearhead, there were many a mighty band, who were bringing up the rear, valiantly fighting a rearguard action against mediocre music, and Canyon Creep was one of them!
The album starts off with the humorous Intro. Set against a pseudo-fanfare, a man narrates in a stentorian voice about a group of men on an epic quest to find hot babes. However, do not let their desire for revelry fool you for Canyon Creep was a serious band, who plied its trade with deadly aplomb.
Next come the instrumental No Brakes. Like a juggernaut let loose of its moorings and running amok, No Brakes smashes its way into the listener's ears with its tight, punchy sound. In addition, No Brakes was a demonstration of how heavy guitar in the 2000s should have sounded: low, thick, girthy, and pointillistically devastating.
After No Brakes, comes the titular track Hijack The World, its foreboding riffs swaddled in thick, viscous phasing goodness. An anthem for the forgotten, Hijack The World reminds us of the possible comeuppance society can get when it neglects the woebegone.
Next comes the raucous party-jam I Got The Shakes. With its Van Haleneque energy and its images of thrashing and TV smashing, a video for this song would be the kind of thing that kids in the 80s would have stayed up till 2 A.M. to see on Headbanger's Ball.
After I Got The Shakes, comes the guitar solo Warm Beer. Once more in the Van Halen vein, its cascade of legato runs sets the listener up for Black Bra (this reviewer's favorite track). In earlier eras, such as the 80s or 90s, this would be a pereinneal favorite with its incisive, detuned, and catchy riff. A song about a quinceañera from Hell, the band's droll yet heavy song would be great for a black comedy in which a Salma Hayekesque femme fatale was luring dorky Johns to their grisly deaths.
A comic tale about a guy unable to pay for the services of a prostitute, track number seven is Can't Afford You. With its excellent single-note riff, mammoth chorus, and majestic breakdown, Canyon Creep can sure take the lemons of life and make some rocking lemonade!
Following Can't Afford You, comes the full-throttle, take-no-prisoners desert-rock of Yreka. This should be the song in the background during a Mad Max type movie when the mototcycle gang takes over a town.
The ninth track on the album is Give Me Some. A waggish tale abount sexual frustration, the clean chicken-picking guitar figures in the verse give way to a furiously heavy chorus. Tony Buhagair's use of the octave pedal during the guitar solo is also a nice touch.
The CD ends with some prophecorial persiflage from none other than evangelical kook Bob Larson! According to Larson, 1974 was the year Satan was to unleash a plague of fornication that would cover the entire United States (having lived through 1974, I don't remember it being so erotic but anyway).
The record is out-of-print now, but used copies can be found on Amazon. Go buy this record!