There must be something magnetic that inexorably draws me into this thick chunk of noise, sweat, riffs, distortion, mud, repetitions, screams, psychedelia, and dirt. Something magnetic. And I have always been attracted to magnetism. muschiosauro
This album is one ridiculously massive inundation of relentless, rampaging, punkish, riff-packed psychedelic noise. An acquired taste that tortures your taste buds until its flavour becomes delicious. muschiosauro
extraordinary... mesmerising. I mean, just wow. Power through repetition. Almost tribal. You can tell these are real band performances. No doubt there are some overdubs, but minimal I would guess. I hope they record another album like this... and soon. DrOz