If You Ain't with Us You're Against Us
The smoke of wet trimmings rolled from a backyard bonanza might be a fragrance to wake up to in the abodes of psych heads in & around Albany NY, but down here, the mere idea of sucking in a bucket of mean green makes my head swim. Call me what you will, but when you refer to this bunch, make sure you use the word 'mutant' somewhere along the line, & if for some reason you get lost in that neck of NY State, look 'em up, but be prepared to open your mind (& lungs) to harsh inhalation. Having failed a drug test - as a team - hence bein' denied the league trophy after winning the Great Audible Chasm Bowling Invitational, these weebles decided to f*** sports altogether & concentrate on the annihilation of brain cells, flayed away & shit out a hefty ham of root cellar rock. Sure, it presses many already well-pressed buttons, but if yr into stoner riffing, smoke out jams ('and that'), how can you not be w/out it? I dig the almost (mutant) MX-80 Sound vibe they cross w/ an early Crystalized Movements seeds-'n'-all gusto & when the singer starts his twang, cup a Gregg Breth catalogue around your ear & it sounds just like a 4-digit private press monster from days of yore! But it ain't, though it probably will be, but it's still ripe on the vine - today - & not from him. Might as well get it now & laugh the laugh when he starts sellin' his copies tomorrow. -Niles Bunyan-Wiche.