Rumblings from the underground? You bet. Hailing from Olympia, WA by way of Fargo, ND, this drums/bass duo have generated a buzz (or is that a low steady hum?) worthy of bands twice their size and longevity. In four short years they've turned the indie world on its collective ear, gathering praise from within and without. Being one of Sebadoh's favorite bands didn't hurt either; the five week tour they took them on afforded many their first exposure to the nascent duo. One might surmise that godheadSilo got the inspiration for their name (and spell it just like that or you may hear from their lawyer, or worse yet, we will) from Mike's ever expanding bass rig (four amps and counting). Compensating for their perceived lack of guitars, particularly on the part of clueless club sound engineers, they took it upon themselves, as it were, to spell it out for them. Loudness. Depth. No guitars! Though their heft and volume have invited comparisons to the Melvins and the Unsane, that's the easy way out; godheadSilo take noise, metal, and punk to places that purists couldn't dream of. On their Sub Pop debut, skyward in triumph, godheadSilo take wing to their less-noticed melodic and cuddly side. Before the faithful begin their collective cry of 'sell-out', take heed; godheadSilo still pack more fun and high-energy into their half-hour catharses than any other band or performer could hope to in a lifetime. Sure, skyward in triumph is cleaner than any previous godheadSilo recording, but it's all relative. The vocals still come across like an angry astronaut broadcasting from the moon, still buried in the pound and sludge of the rhythm assault that often sounds like so much more (thanks in part to Mike's arsenal of effects pedals that rivals the instrumentation in any cockpit). Dan drums with such blinding power that a pack of frat-boy Beck fans turned into his personal cheering section at a recent LA show, and his dense, innovative style allows Mike to concentrate less on rhythm and more on lead. And godheadSilo still delight in taking inspiration from the fantastical and puntastical; "Chuckanut Overdrive," for instance, takes its namesake from Chuckanut Drive, just north of Olympia. Be sure also to check out Mike's six-minute, one-note bass solo on "Guardians of the Threshold" that would do Neil Young and sometime Melvin Joe Preston (who, incidentally, lent a hand in the recording and mixing of this album) proud. And they still generate more smiles, in themselves and their audience, than the American Dental Association. Join Dan and Mike in the fun as they take flight skyward in triumph.