Damn fine example of desert blues. Expect ebbing guitars, wailing wah-wahs and the occasional sadboy ballad, all drenched in a thick layer of fuzzy atmosphere.
Their first step away from being a blues duo and slipping into greaser-rock territory. Quite a shock if you don't expect it, but all the tropes are there. We still hear sleazy blues guitars, but this time slided and amplified, a lo-fi weirdo track and of course a touchy-feely acoustic tearjearker.
Get sleazy and get stoned, cuz it's time for a Dead Meadow record. While songs tend to be less memorable in writing than Old Growth, the sound these guys produce is so iconic to their style, that more of the same is always better. Kick back and let the light shine thru.
It's amazing some teenagers got together to play some blues, and then continue to take the world by force with hammond-riddled bluesrock like in the old days. They have a way of making it appealing and hip again for younger generations to dive into their parents record collection for more.
King Gizzard is in my mind. And it blew me, hard. This is one of the 'all-time-favourites' for it's immense energy, sheer fun and creativity that this album oozes out on every listen. Not to mention the insanely great stage performance of these guys.