The opening song calls forth so much fantasy fiction your fingers will ignite. This album alone totally threw me off my musical course over the last summer, from a electronic driven mind set, to a whole awakening of new undiscovered genres of stoner/ sludge/ drone/ psychedelic rock, metal, whatever you want to call it. Even though I was already heading in this direction, Halloween seems like a good time to let everyone loose on this one.The shear size of old "classic" rock (and the variety of its entirety) that can be uncovered is unreal.. and I'm not talking about the main stream gutter feed of Peter Frampton, REO Speedwagon, and Alice Cooper "classic". I'm guess I'm trying to say there is such a thing as alternative classic rock, and it isn't a number one "Hot Blooded, Sweet Home Alabama" crap fest. The amount of really amazing elder music recorded is almost impossible to keep track of, just have to look for it.
Following that path, this album most definitely takes on a molasses thick and heavy like quality. The patience it took to stick with songs.... this.......... slow................... is remarkable. The wall of sound and amount of constant low notage actually takes an ethereal form and whimsically guides you to every "last stand" epic ever created, all at the same time. The amount of doominess thrown in this whole concoction gives you just enough of a bad-ass horse rider adrenaline rush to stay conscious to see the entire thing. Great album.
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