Labels: self released
Review by: Alex Deller
This is not one for many of you here. It is a rock record, and not the kind of rock record that’s been assembled with the aim of getting slender young buttocks to jiggle elegantly in nicely-fitting jeans, but to appease those possessed of hulking, dungareed, sweat-lubed rumps hidden beneath expanses of greasy, matted hair. Think Mountain, Black Oak Arkansas, a healthy dose of ZZ Top boogie and more thunking, bluesy riffs than you could possibly know what to do with. Think rich, honeyed growls that’re imbued with enough wild-eyed soul that you can’t help but be convinced that these guys are the real deal rather than just another dull, anachronistic Witchcraft knock-off. Yeah. Think about all that. Members of Rue, Fistula and Sofa King Killer fill their ranks, but, fuck, like that is gonna convince anyone besides Kunal that this might be worth their time. Their loss, on all counts.