The riffs that open “Trust Us True Believers” and “O.T.B.D.” are decent, but the members of Chingalera take their sweet time doing nothing with them -- no number of minute textural variations can excuse two ten-minute treatments on a single riff. “Black Palm” is more varied but totally aimless, and its corny lyric “A shady place for shady people” limps in only after the post-boredom eight-minute mark.
Without the requisite chops or smarts to focus its instrumental sprawl, In the Shadow of the Black Palm Tree comes off as flabby and immature. Not even a gritty Steve Albini recording job can save this one.


Don't most people get tired of using the word "shady" at, like, fifteen?