Quarantine Prog Party: Coyote Man's Sophomore Release Was Meant for This World

Though theatrical in their presentation, Coyote Man's overtly intense presentation masks their truly friendly dispositions. Musicians that play heavy music are often friendlier than your average, standing with metaphoric arms spread wide, ready to provide love to their listeners in the form of tight riffs and mind-expanding symphonies. Though a record release show was cruelly square in this month's shelter order (and therefore canceled), they're still in high spirits at the prospect of premiering new tunes. 

With five years under their belt, the fur-bedazzled duo has upped the ante on Precognition. Augie Portugal's guitar crunches beautifully, a siren that'd catch the attention of even the most jaded weekend warrior. Drummer Ian Wheeler keeps the time and the tone, so deep in the pocket that you've gotta go digging. A pity to think of the listeners who can't yet play the album loudly on their way to work, keeping the base of corporate America just above water. Or loudly, through earbuds at the gym, laughing at the cruel irony of a tiger caged up by a man that called himself a king. 

In fact, the coyote is a perfect sigil for the local duo. In months past, coyotes often took to downtown streets late at night, and have been seen fairly often during the sheltering order. Like the raw power we can feel in each new studio cut, the coyotes have taught us all something about life. We may not always see the beasts, but they're often nearby; waiting for their chance to turn the clock back and reinject natural life into Chicago's urban sprawl. So, too, are Coyote Man. We shelter in places but have now received the perfect soundtrack for ripping off faces.