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April 21, 2014
TOKERidiculous riffing, slow and nasty doom grooves from Wilmington, NC.
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April 17, 2014
ORYXDunes of droning hypnotic sludge from the deserts of Las Cruces, NM.
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April 14, 2014
MAMMOTH STORMPlodding, tar-lathered metal-fed groove doom from Sweden.
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April 8, 2014
LADY FLINT Explosive stoner blues rock duo from Marselle, France.
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April 7, 2014
KING DEAD Doomy psyche-tinged spaghetti western sludge from PA.
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April 2, 2014
GROGGYBlues-obsessed fuzzy garage rock duo from Omsk, Russia.
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March 31, 2014
THE SILENT LOWMelodic, hard-hitting, attitude-driven stoner rock from Denmark.
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March 25, 2014
GRAILPsychedelic punk with a southern demonic desert groove out of Texas.
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March 24, 2014
LORD OF GIANTSincere, lumbering, 70's influenced heavy rock from Germany.
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March 19, 2014
WOVOKA Intense yet melodic, brutal gut-twisting post-metal sludge from LA.
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March 16, 2014
HEAVY VOODOO
Torpedo riffs, hazy grooves and cosmic stoner sleaze from Portland.
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March 13, 2014
SPIRITUAL VOID
Toxic, heavy southern groove metal attitude from Brazil.
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March 11, 2014
SOUTHERN STATE
Somber, shoegazing post-metal sludge from Columbus, Ohio.
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March 10, 2014
HYPERGIANT
Cosmic, gravity-defying stoner fuzziness from Sydney, Australia
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March 6, 2014
KHEMMIS
Fuzz-filled, snail-paced riff-praising doom from Denver, CO.
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March 5, 2014
BITCHCRAFT
Polish doom band with female vocals is a fuzz worshippers dream
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March 4, 2014
DRUG MOTHER
Sleazy, fat and dirty stoner metal riffs from down under.
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March 2, 2014
SPIRAL GURU
Newly formed 70's inspired stoner doom band from Brazil.
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Feb. 27, 2014
TIMESTONE
Expansive psychedelics and dusty grooves from Austria.
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Feb. 25, 2014
RHINO
Fuzzed-out heavy desert grooves from Catania, Italy.
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Feb. 24, 2014
SOLAIRE
Get stuck in some sludgey stoner groove from South Carolina. facebook- bandcamp
Feb. 20, 2014
HADDOCK
Heavy lightning in a bottle stoner boogie groove from Sweden. facebook- bandcamp
Feb. 19, 2014
VALFADER
Stirring progressive ambient doom from Bath, UK
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Feb. 17, 2014
BRUNT
Intense instrumental sludgefuzz from these Guernsey blokes. facebook- bandcamp
Feb. 15, 2014
MATUSHKA
Swirling hypnotic heavy psychedelic rock from St. Petersburg, Russia. facebook- bandcamp
Feb. 10, 2014
MOPE
Sultry and somber jazz-laden ambient doom from Genoa, Italy.
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Feb. 8, 2014
LANDSKAP
Late 60's early 70's influenced heavy psychedelic rock from London.
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Feb. 5, 2014
TOMBSEALER
Death/Doom/Thrash from the mean streets of Adelaide, Australia.
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Feb. 4, 2014
SLUG SALT LAVA
Doomy apocalyptic instrumental Sludge from Istanbul, Turkey.
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Feb. 2, 2014
MIST
Spell-binding all-female occult doom from Ljubljana,Slovenia.
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Feb. 1, 2014
GRIT
Heavy heartfelt psychedelic jams from Heidelberg, Germany.
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Jan. 30, 2014
9OZ OF NOTHING
Riff Heavy Stoner Doom with Southern grit from Athens, Greece
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Jan. 27, 2014
BRILLIANT MACHINE
Chest collapsing progressive heaviness from Ventura, CA
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Jan. 25, 2014
OUTWAILED
Genre-defying atmospheric mood music from Tampere, Finland. facebook- bandcamp
Jan. 23, 2014
YURI GAGARIN
Freaked-out psychedelic space rock from Gothenburg, Sweden. facebook- bandcamp
Jan. 22, 2014
BLACK SNAKE
Swamp-infested grooves and fuzzy desert riffs from Portland,Oregon.
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Jan. 21, 2014
BORDEL INFERNO Gritty heavy rock, solid riffs from Rio de Janiero.
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Jan. 20, 2014
OVERLORD Melodic groove-oriented Heavy Rock from Oxford.
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Jan. 19, 2014
A DAY AS WOLVES Garage-rock inspired bluesy fuzz and roll from Alberta, Canada. Eh! facebook- bandcamp
Jan. 18,2014
NAKED BROWN Hard-hitting Polish heavy rock in the vein of Clutch and Motorhead.
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Jan. 17, 2014
OMEGA SUN
Smoke obsessed Stoner Doom from Slovenia. Free demo.
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Tuesday, April 2, 2013

New Band To Burn One To: My God, The Heat


If you're gonna poke at someone, it's much more effective to interject, spit your jabs, and pull away with a swiftness that'll leave them throwing up their hands yelling "What the fuck, man?" But point your venom at a city, a trend, or an entire philosophy and you're gonna need to be pretty fucking clever and pretty fucking correct. Enter Rockford's My God, The Heat. Pancake Johnson's vocals would appear too tarred-and-weathered to spin such sharp tapestries of vitriol, but somehow the band's punk-a-billy free-association is perfectly executed in his rasp. On their fourteen-track debut, Beautiful Men in an Ugly Town, My God, The Heat roll out a red carpet to piss on all things over-inflated and over-indulgent.

The tunes are fast, punchy, and packed with enough duck-tailed doo-wop camaraderie that listeners will sing along before they even know the words. Our City, Our Shithole (a clear tribute to the Screw City) is carried by Telecaster bounces and unpolished fuzz, while the strangely gentle and warm interlude counters the track's abrasions. A punk bark-and-snarl smacks you silly after Hard Drugs and Soft Pretzels opens inside a woeful Bräuhäus schnausage windfest. It seems the entire band is after the scraps here; think Old World cobblestoners meeting snot-nosed junkies. And when every band member adds a "bah, bah, bah-da-da," you begin to understand the marriage of tradition and progress (even when your hometown can't). Yours to Destroy and it's subtle coos, meanwhile, may be the album's most delicious moment.

Beautiful Men... melds style and influence, firing on all cylinders in every direction but never losing its way. On Someday Baby, You Will Miss These Dance Moves, the warm fuzz relents long enough to give Buttermilk Dickson's slaps and thumps their day in the sun. The Continuing Decline of Customer Service in the Food and Beverage Industry is anticipatory, though the quick repetition and in-your-face rasp could've found home in the opening sequence of Reservoir Dogs. Rock-a-billy or rock-a-bully? Well, Dressed Like I Was Askin' for it says it all. The rough-and-tumble comes with the territory, son.

MGTH have reserved a corner booth for catchy twang, too. Attacking conformity and blind faith on I Actually Think This Mark of the Beast On My Forehead Looks Pretty Cool, strange hand claps would wear a bowling shirt if they weren't hell-bent on breaking glasses. The bounces and hooks are nearly as tongue-in-cheek as the lyrics, almost telling the automatons to fall in line. The snaps meeting Bassputin's thumbings may serve to cool tempers. And for all the attacks at others, MGTH manage plenty of self-deprecation. Shit... Here Comes Ricky sounds like a late-night Christmas Eve reflection, sitting on a couch questioning one's own luck. It's fun, sticky, and a complete abandonment of elegance.

The musicianship may get buried under the weight of the lyrics, poignant as they are. MGTH take aim at those clowns in Tap Out shirts, the easiest of marks, on He's Only Goin' Out Tonight to Put it in. Woody Guthrie Joins The Army's smooth groove meets that choppy pluck, but it's the dusty motel assertions that captivate. "Enlist your own sons, now get your own guns" could be picket-line material. The final "fuckin' thing!" on This Stupid Guitar may have saved the track from being scrapped, however. Don't play it down, dudes. We know you can write.

Drifting in the dark seems second nature to the band, sounding at times so dusty and distant that even America's prettiest sunset won't comfort the lonely tumbleweeds. Swordfish Trombone trots and echoes into a CB radio with effective storytelling. The track is among the disc's most well-realized, evoking visions of an outlaw hugging the back booth of a cantina, hiding from the fuzz. It's perhaps a tad melancholy, but seasoned well. And the choice to close with The Number 6 Dance is, as I see it, MGTH's crowning achievement on this disc. Bare bones country-punk a la Meat Puppets' Six Gallon Pie, the track's glorious simplicity would be deflated with any vocal. Any pretense whispered by critics is stifled at disc's end, as the track is almost a nod to roots rather than a leapfrog of pioneering shoulders.

Beautiful Men in an Ugly Town stomps and stutters with more essence and less oi! When singalongs are led this well, a doomed revolution usually follows. My God, The Heat aren't occupying anything, they just wanna let everyone know what a jackass you are. The snot-to-trot dynamic sometimes bleeds a little too much contempt (veiled or not), but four cads and a bottle o' pills craft a torrid clip of folly. When the band manages to take a breath, however, is when they peak. The short-winded sarcasm attacking long-standing issues is only half the fun. The threads of unity and joyous bluster spun through the band's live set is exactly what you'll find on their record. How many bands can boast that?






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