Audio By Carbonatix
According to the liner notes, one member of this quintet handles “drone machine” duties. Good luck identifying her contributions in this plodding, molten, proto-Black Rebel Motorcycle Club sludge: flat drums; the same lurching, off-phrase riffs lumbered out ad infinitum; singer Alex Maas’s desperately urging someone to “Wake up!” like a cross between Jim Morrison and Eddie Vedder. Unless you’re working through the night’s second six-pack, you might want to hit the snooze button.
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