any other crusty hardcore band would give their left testicle to make it -- the sludgy 'Coral Blue' is one of the most brutal yet oddly tender songs they've ever written and the scorching blast of 'Sparrows Fall' wouldn't look out of place on When Forever Comes Crashing -- yet comparison, as is so often the case, is the real killer. Ichabod - Dreamscapes From Dead Space (Rootsucker Records) And the prize for lyric of the month (yeah, I'm doing that now) goes to Ichabod, who, totally aside from the fact that they heavily reference one of the greatest westerns ever made, and the best film Val Kilmer's ever done, Tombstone , (C'mon, that Doors movie is a bit cack and you know it is) have crafted this gem of a chorus: "Tell them I'm coming, and hell's coming with me / Tell them the lord above ain't got shit on me." Fucking genius. Boston's Ichabod have actually be kicking around for well over a decade now but as with so many albums covered this month Dreamscapes... is undoubtedly their strongest, most expansive effort to date -- imagine Kyuss jamming with Hawkwind while Weedeater sit in a corner packing your favourite skull bong full of PCP laced weed, in the fourth dimension. Or something like that. Thanks to the wealth of huge stoner riffs, tranquil meanders and the vast, soulful range of John Fadden's vocals I've totally unexpectedly enjoyed this more than any other album this month. Over on the