Now this is the way Rock & Roll was always meant to be - sweaty, smelly,
throw caution to the wind, plug in and wail away. Right from the first
moment you're caught on the "Barbed Wire." It hooks ya in and don't let
go till you're lying helpless in a pool of your own sweat, exhausted and
wondering where the time went.
The obvious comparison early on are
of the mighty Zep from circa "IV" on up to "Physical Graffiti," because of
the simple, heavy
footed, boogie down, torn at the seams, screaming, scrambling sound waves
that dart in and out of your warped mind. These guys have been doing
their thing for about ten years now and there ain't no slow down. Some
might argue "tone down," however, compared to their more artsy
experimentalist noise-fests in their formative years, but few can deny
that past or present, this is where it's at.
A jam band, without the
sixteen minute mid song bout with self-indulgent delay, but with psychedelia
intact and pride perfectly in check, they're smoking mean, green and caught
between the classic Rock spires of yesterday's greats by way of thunderous,
alarmingly disarming.Catch the crossover, three to four, "Staring into
Midnite," a '70s Rock explosion met with the epic capacity of yer
grassroots faves of the day.
There are fourteen cuts that run deep with the history of
Rock for all it's meant, and it's never seemed to mean more to these guys.
You'll
pick out something, anything that had a hand in this growing movement,
whose walk of fame has been wryly pillaged and plundered by this ZEN
GUERILLA.. With funky grooves, foot in the grave, pure bred with no
artificial additives to water down the full effect of a vibe, they have let
loose
and gone way outta control.
