Buffalo Killers' music is mired in a style that makes you think there is something wrong with the speed of the album.
Buffalo is probably a nice town. Buffalo Killers are probably nice people. But Buffalo Killers' music is mired in a style that makes you think there is something wrong with the speed of the album. Thick, Southern-fried sonic gumbo that makes you yearn for the Black Crowes is what "San Martine Des Morelle" is all about. The retro rock oomph of the meandering "SS Nowhere" is only missing the go-go dancers. From there Buffalo Killers get quite spacey and lazy with a stale, tired, yawn-inspiring "Heavens You Are" that misses the mark despite some Syd Barrett-like style. The first head-turner is "The Path before Me" that conjures up images of Jack and Meg Ryan, er, White. Too often, the group resorts to playing songs that rarely go anywhere interesting, such as the semi-groovy "With Love". One exception is the rather pleasing, murky "Children of War", a song that screams The Black Keys with a full ensemble. And "Fit to Breathe" has a brooding, retro-metal spice to it.