Coast To Coast’s cover of “Lights Out” by UFO is like a jolt of electricity straight to your metal-loving soul, performed by folks who clearly know their way around a rock anthem. Starting off with a guitar riff that’s sharper than Dio’s sword, Dave Groves and Ken Scheller set the stage for something that’s here to honor the original while adding its own flavor. The guitars don’t just mimic; they shred with intention and give you that nostalgic ‘70s vibe combined with a modern verve. Shawn Klatt’s vocals pack a punch, hitting each note with the precision of a double-kick pedal, keeping the energy high and the passion palpable.
The rhythm section, with Tobias Haas on bass and Ed Johnson on drums, does more than just back up the melody. They’re the unsung heroes holding this tribute together. Ed’s drumming is tight and impactful, like a well-timed breakdown in a Lamb of God track, while Tobias’s bass lines weave seamlessly with the rest of the band, creating a solid foundation that keeps everything grounded yet dynamic. It’s the kind of synergy you’d expect from a band that eats, sleeps, and breathes metal.
Larz at Turtle Recording Studios deserves a nod for the audio and video production. The polished sound makes you feel like you’re front and center at a gig, surrounded by fellow leather-clad devotees. The editing captures the essence of a live performance without being too polished—raw enough to keep the spirit of rock alive, but crisp enough that you don’t miss any of the intricate details. It’s like a perfectly mixed cocktail of immediacy and nostalgia.
This cover isn’t just a song; it’s a journey back to the roots of hard rock while confidently stepping into a fresh realm where the old gods of metal don’t just sit back but headbang with approval. Coast To Coast strips it down to the essence and builds it back with their own touch. It’s a love letter to UFO, but one that’s signed with their own distinct signature.
For those who haven’t yet dived into the realms of Coast To Coast, consider this your official invitation from the gods of rock as you hit replay. And if you’re not salivating for more by the end of it, well, maybe you’ve spent too much time in the pop-ordinated purgatory. Seriously, throw these guys a subscription, because they’re poised to become the torchbearers keeping this genre alive and kicking.
