Tzimani

Slinging forth ardently enthused jams straight out of San Diego, California is the numerology enthused Tzimani (google-eye multiple cryptic fixings surrounding number "eleven"!), an accessibly melodious and swift desert rock/traditional heavy metal dyad comprised of ex-Malison members/blood brothers Eddie and Sebastian Vazquez which, about a year ago, "post-emptively" trumped its initial three track 2017 demo with a more thorough and titular fixer of a 'sixer (twice the amount of songs; half reprise'd, half new) complete with mellifluously sinewy and salubrious vocals jettisoned over a plethora of leisurely rocking riffs and solos sure to assuage any and all who were slightly nonplussed - that is, left wanting or in the lurch - in regards to "they of the snazzy plague doctor accouterments" i.e. lads' aforementioned, albeit despondently slapdash and raw, foray.

In further, not-so-long-winded-&-turgid words, Tzimani entails the kind of slick side-project heavily liable to transition into its own well-established, mercurial monster thanks to sonorously balmy and ballsy mid-tempo chillaxers, starting with opener proper, "Overdrive" (following a harmlessly encroaching thirty second engine revving in "Shift"), and culminating in(to) throttling, not to mention catchy and harmonious, four minute finale with the bros.' hot to trot wham-basher of a closer, "Get Me Out Of Here", an airwaves conducive wind-in-yer-hair night road pavement pounder which immediately assaults the senses from every direction, Ed's intense fountain of youth evoking overtures and Seb's barrel-chested drumming attack, notwithstanding (or philandering).

Piling up to an auspiciously liberating third of an hour, Tzimani - pronounced "tsunami" - readily brings to mind a spirited host of inspirations, from the slippery alternate picking shuffle and tautly free-wheeling lead introducing/demarcating "Overdrive", to the keenly felt Malison modeled rampant dourness of "We Are The Ones"'s high-flying verses (tweaked as they are by spectral arpeggios) via a slicing and dicing power solo in the midst of "Final Hour". In regards to "Overdrive (whose diligently gruff yet obscure British namesake sleazily rolls over), I can't help but liken Eddie's FM friendly yet virile mid-scope chanting to James-Paul Luna's, especially on the breezily crooned toe-tapper of a refrain which goes a little something like this: "Take me off of this damn ride/I can see it now my body floating towards the sky/No control of my own life/I can see it now my life it flashes ‘fore my eyes...". That said, have y'all spotted my dog-worn copy of White Wizzard's High Speed GTO anywhere?!

For a grass-roots, home grown duo, Tzimani contrapuntally delivers; Sebastian's drumming, although a mite conservative, remains rich and full-bodied whilst Eddie competitively gives off the impression we're dealing with a seasoned and well-rounded (amalgamated) genre purveyor, to the point where said outfit's energetic and spry, easy-to-listen to surround surely shakes and slakes its fair share of SoCal date fronds. Sure as SD County sunshine, I'll be keeping my Oakleys up in avid anticipation of a groundbreaking full-length debut - potentially tagged in advance by the globally spun Noize Cartel. Besides, doesn't that cover rule with the ghoulish flesh stripped Melpomene (tragedy) and Thalia (comedy) masks...