Labels: Wasted State
Review by: Alex Deller
Big ol’ barrel-chested stoner rockin’ here from Scotland’s Tyrant Lizard Kings, all of it brimming with burly riffs and tuneful roaring but entirely lacking in any sense of originality or self awareness. The hairy-necked, no-nonsense approach brings to mind the smoke-huffing bellow of Clutch and Acrimony, or maybe a wartier, Lemmy-faced take on Fu Manchu minus the songs and Kozik-approved aesthetics. For those looking for something artful or spilling over with metaphysical insight, this most definitely isn’t the place to be (see such cartoonish lines as “don’t blame me, bay-bee bay-bee, blame the funk” for proof positive), but for anyone unconcerned as to the parentage of the riffs they’re banging along to while chugging back cheap bottled beer, come on in and step right up.