Skip to main content

Since forming in 2001, Tomahawk have been the go-to supergroup for connoisseurs of the alt-weird underground. Which is what you’d expect from a band whose regal bloodline includes the Jesus Lizard, Helmet and Faith No More.

And yet, while wonderfully idiosyncratic, Oddfellows finds them at their most accessible to date. Coming six years after the Native American-inspired Anonymous, it sees the band allowing themselves to revel in the simplicity of straight-up, rollicking rock‘n’roll in Stone Letter, while fans requiring something a little more challenging will find panicky, noirish jazz (Rise Up Dirty Waters), and Patton’s creepshow croon adding a stalkerish flavour to Duane Dennison’s beautifully jarring riffs, particularly on Baby Let’s Play, a diseased love song rising from the squalid depths of a sex dungeon. Weird: it’s the new normal.

Emma has been writing about music for 25 years, and is a regular contributor to Classic Rock, Metal Hammer, Prog and Louder. During that time her words have also appeared in publications including Kerrang!, Melody Maker, Select, The Blues Magazine and many more. She is also a professional pedant and grammar nerd and has worked as a copy editor on everything from film titles through to high-end property magazines. In her spare time, when not at gigs, you’ll find her at her local stables hanging out with a bunch of extremely characterful horses.