Tomahawk – Oddfellows

Coming five years after their enjoyably leftfield, Native American-flavoured Anonymous album, Oddfellows finds Tomahawk (now augmented by Mr Bungle alumnus Trevor Dunn) revisiting the aggressive alt-rock stylings of their eponymous debut.

The band prove themselves capable of delivering the goods on giddily atmospheric cuts like The Quiet Few, but this time around the tunes are a little bit less memorable; the chugging riffs don't hit the mark quite as often as they should; and the quartet sound noticeably more sluggish – with stale rockers like Choke Neck and Waratorium displaying scant evidence of the infectious dynamism that made them such an exciting proposition a decade ago.

Oddfellows isn't a bad record by any means, but after the supple, psychedelic explorations of Anonymous it certainly feels like something of a regression – a serviceable but ultimately unremarkable addition to the band's catalogue.