Allah-Las – “Worship The Sun” – Across The Ocean

Allah-Las – “Worship The Sun”

Emerging from a time machine somewhere in California, Allah-Las are back with their second album Worship The Sun.


To say this band is influenced by 70’s psychadelia is a gold medal understatement. They live it, breathe it and most importantly, they play it extremely well.

What we have here is a fun psychadelic frolic fully equipped with surf guitars and pulsing bass. An intentionally lo-fi production adds to the feeling that this could indeed be straight from a bygone era.

Allah-Las‘ songs are for the most part succinct laidback rock songs with a subtle sense of humour even when documenting loss (Had It All).

Coming in at just a fraction over two minutes the organ propelled ‘Recurring‘ and simple acoustica of ‘Nothing To Hide‘ provide a neat transition into a more frenetically delivered ‘501-415‘, which gets it’s message across in a mere one minute forty five seconds.

Contrastingly, the title track is so contentedly sluggish it would imply that worshipping the sun may well involve imbibing and inhaling certain substances under the relentless Californian rays.

Breaking up the album at various intervals are a trio of spaced out instrumental jams. ‘Artifact‘, ‘Yemeni Jade‘ and the curiously titled ‘No Werewolf‘ all do their part to further conjure up Californian imagery. It is the sound of four content guys enjoying each others company and musicianship.

Neatly rounding off the album is ‘Every Girl‘ complete with the cheeky lyric “every girl is the one for me”.

Whilst Worship The Sun is a shamelessly open homage to a certain period and sound, Allah-Las have manged to ply their trade without directly plagiarising any particular band. It is a fun record which after multiple listens will still bring a smile to the listener’s face.

Gavin Stocker

ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Outside of Across The Ocean Gavin Stocker writes, records and performs music under the moniker of P Truck.

He can also be found clinging to his youth on a skateboard or wandering aimlessly through the bush.
Gavin Stocker