Fire eye does not come--it goes off. One flash, the crackle of ignition, and then there is explosive percussion, which rips through and Piranha Piranha charge forward as they have found something important and have only a few minutes to share it. The riff is slicing serrated steel and it is thick and merciful and it is driven by a rhythm section that hits like a heart shocking into life. All is dangerously hot, but of crystal clearness--all the strokes of the cymbals and the blows of the bass fall accurately where they burn most.
The singer sounds like he is talking into a fire and his voice is torn apart by realization, both warning and exulting. The heat radiates through you can really feel it. This is not measured rock this is three Akron musicians who have seen something huge and have come back changed beyond recognition screaming their message. Guitars scowl and rise, drums have no mercy and every collision of the choruses is the feeling of reality being torn apart again.
I have driven it with it blasting at top volume through midnight streets with windows open, city lights bleeding into streaks, and in those few minutes I can assure you that the steering wheel was weightless, and the road was steering itself. Fire eye is such a great song that you feel like roaring and worshipping at the same time. It is its elevation above everything held back, worship through electrodes and drums. Piranha Piranha did not just light a fire--they have put the fire in our hands and dared us to take the fire. I'm still ablaze from it.
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