Exclusive Premiere Song Stream: HORNSS-"Atrophic"

Today, we are honored to present an exclusive stream of the song "Atrophic" from the upcoming release from HORNSS. Prepare your ears for a short and powerful stab of fuzz-drenched doom with a raw punk attitude. This song absolutely slays, so crank it up and throw them "HORNSS" in the air!

San Francisco heavy rock trio HORNSS have recorded their highly-anticipated second album. Titled Telepath, the band take things to a more psychedelic place, while building on their heavy, fuzzed out punk and doom influenced desert rock sound.

HORNSS have gained a worldwide reputation among the stoner rock and doom scene, taking the stage with fellow heavy hitters such as Ufomammut, YOB, Windhand, Bang, Black Cobra, Fatso Jetson, Lord Dying, Naam and Elder. They also co-headlined a successful 2014 European tour with Vancouver’s Black Wizard.

Formed in 2010, the band includes Mike Moracha and Nick Nava, who originally got their start in the early Palm Desert music scene that spawned the desert rock movement, as part of the band Solarfeast (with Chris Cockrell, formerly of Kyuss) and Jack Saints, along with drummer Bil Bowman (formerly of Zodiac Killers, pioneering Bay Area black metal band blackQueen and Florida sludge heavyweights Scrog).

Telepath is the follow-up to the band’s acclaimed debut album, No Blood, No Sympathy, released in 2013 on Riding Easy Records. Recorded by Tim Green (Saviours, Melvins, KARP, Comets on Fire, Hot Lunch), the guys recorded this one directly to analog tape at Green’s Louder Studios in Grass Valley, CA. The new album will be released on limited vinyl by STB Records and compact disc and digital worldwide by Ripple Music.



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Song of the Day-Goya-"No Place in the Sky"

"No Place in the Sky" is taken off the latest release "Obelisk" released on STB Records. The album is available now on cassette and CD with a vinyl release coming later this year. For more details please go to the following links: STB Records | Facebook

Seven Inches o' Red Wizard

I'm no fidelity purist. Really, I'm not. As my vinyl stacks expand, I'm regularly comforted by that crackle, the persistent "pop and hiss" vinyl produces. And those assholes that say it's just a myth, that digital actually sounds better than the coziest of sonic vehicles because no sound is lost or interrupted... Who knows, maybe they're right. But I know what I hear. And perhaps the pops and hisses only result from nicks and scratches, dusted from ages of sitting at sixty degrees when your old man decided he was tired of your shit and wanted high school out of his memory. I don't care.

I can't argue for or against vinyl or digital. When one sounds mossy and organic, the other sounds crisp and modern. Test convenience versus nostalgia, and it's a matter of preference. But when San Diego's Red Wizard dealt three tracks on seven inches of white wax, I knew digital was getting kicked at its knees. Some tracks, some bands simply can't reach their full scope through a pair of headphones. They need to blast from speakers, beyond greasy beards, between lusterless locks and into your hazy minds. The experience only comes full circle with a velvet sidecar; only vinyl's gonna suffice, brother. So about those seven inches...

On these three tracks o' cock-'n-roll, complete with guitar stutter and thunderous drums cascading under a torrid bass clip, Red Wizard wanna make your panties drip through just a bit more. I've been to San Diego, and the glamorous pussy could inspire any stoner rocker to thrust up a bit. Piledriver is that steadily-driven guitar cruise glazed over with slick plucks. All you need is a barroom drawl and some hard repetition under the guise of throwback, and confidence bulges through tight, beer-soaked denim. Shitbrainz is fuzzier, hastier, shiftier... Guitars sway through decades past as Baucum's pipes let themselves go. Blending classic nods with contemporary middle-finger swagger comes all-too-easily for these dudes, tickling clouds with guitar-tongues and cruising toward a sticky, delicious closing putsch.

But fucking hell, Red Wizard had to pull out their dicks and tackle one of Sabbath's finest. Their slower, more distant homage to Birmingham's pioneers sticks to The Wizard's bare bones, but it also has no problem letting itself drift. There's more space, more expanse, and ultimately more mind-melt. This is just gruff fun, and to do it without losing any edge off the original is no small feat. And oh... that harmonica! Flesh and tendon are all but stripped and draped, but the gaps haven't been merely filled; they've been flattened.

Good luck prying this from your old man's clutches once he gets a taste. In fact, just leave him in the dark for this one. His blood pressure's high enough already. Check out STB Records at noon on March 28th to snag this in red or white.

7" EP editions:

Not So Standard Edition (Opaque Solid White Vinyl) - 125 pieces
Die Hard Edition (Opaque Red Vinyl) - 75 pieces

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Sunday Split: Lé Betre / King Buffalo

The devil's in the details, they say. I'd argue the devil IS the details. What else could explain how Goddamn delicious things can turn out when mass production is given the middle finger and boutique labels craft a product this enticing? I don't know who sold their soul, but the attention STB records devotes to its DIY ethos is incredible. The label has already proven they're no underdog, taking mere minutes to sell out of nearly every album they've released. But how has it remained sustainable? Especially considering the dearth of vinyl pressing plants paired with increased demand (not to mention all that Record Store Day bullshit).

Last month, STB delivered a 12" tandem from Goya and Wounded Giant, executing telegraphed stoner/sludge/doom and flattening our senses. The gorgeous slab o' wax brought with it an announcement of what fans could expect next: A heavy blues split showcase between Sweden's Lé Betre and Rochester's King Buffalo. Any way you dissect it, this beast covers every hunky corner and finds two perfect marriages. First, the bands fit side-by-side like round pegs, demonstrating echoes bounced off one another while suffering no busted continuity from Side A to Side B. Second is the marvel of bracketed senses, locking the visual with the aural and sending listeners skyshot into another time and place.

Lé Betre's plucky, psych-y fuzz-fest is auspiciously introduced on the quick cruise of Gowns & Crowns. Spooky elements keep us grounded only so long before we're brought up from the thicket and flung to another continent in another era. Snake Eyes smacks us upright under massive riffs, lifting like smoke and plunging like slow-motion boulders razing the hillside. Marcus Jonsson's vocal goes classic without being derivative as a riff-resin accumulates, ultimately sending us toward a fuzz-bath closer.

By The Great White Lights slows with a somber strum before rupturing into a punchy, mossy exposal. Basslines motor this stoner-blues cruise before breaking under the simplicity of fireside lament. Jesper Eriksson sifts ash in search of bony answers, shifting moods and tempos. Stomps become shuffles, shuffles become focused trots. And the coiled, revved heaviness of Mother crushes under the weight of all of Side A. Riffs weave, cymbals emit dust, and the trodden whole is fucking brilliant. As the thickness parts, take a breath. Lé Betre end on one final, gravel-drenched promise.

Vinyl's warmth augments King Buffalo's brand of spray-painted fur, blasting a blues crunch on New Time. A distant vocal float chases the steady stoner bass-roll, while guitars flaunt a late, fixated solo. Whew, thickness abounds! Alternatively, Like A Cadillac maintains the riff-'n-roll atop a more upbeat, beer-spilt bar jam. Guitars rolls downhill and storm back, breaking strummy passages with dust storm spirals, shimmying with furry comfort and smiling at every oncoming bump in the road. This is just too fun.

On the eleven-minute Providence Eye, KB build repetitive blues progressions toward a spacey dust-roll, an extended jam of deliberate assertions. Structuring steadily, one brick after another, this closer escalates heavenward on the gradual foundations formed. Thunderous roll-outs swell and contract to craft a sound that's immersive and captivating. Guitars flex for their marquee just before pacing gives a second wind. These cats know what they're doing, hitting the brakes and plugging holes with chugging riffs. Lacing their trademarks through a steady dousing of sandy, spicy deliciousness, this trio's punching their ticket.

Experiencing these sounds on any format other than vinyl is certainly better than a kick in the neck with a golf shoe, but why reach for ground beef with prime rib on the grill? The precision and care put into the craft reach their pinnacle on this split, offering the warmest and truest delivery of an already incredible sound. Whatever's coursing through the veins of STB Records is adept at sniffing out chops, and everyone involved with this split gets today's nod.

Check out the links below at 12:00 Noon EST on February 21st. Trust us, they'll go fast.

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Sunday Sludge: Druglord - "Enter Venus"

"I think if you were Satan and you were settin' around tryin' to think up somethin' that would just bring the human race to its knees, what you would probably come up with is narcotics. Maybe he did."

45 rpm offers higher fidelity, so I'm not sure how I got it wrong in the first place. Complicating things was my impish delight to hear something so deliberate and cavernous delivered with such slow sustain. But 33 rpm quickly got pretty fucking weird and I got pretty fucking curdled. Regardless of user-error, Richmond-based stoner-doom trio Druglord readily demonstrate their damp, viscous, achingly slow blend of trippy psychedelia and smoky sludge on the four-track Enter Venus, an essential exercise in unsettled recreation.

Initially hushed with warbled Christian propaganda, Grievous Heaving's scorching doom decadence hangs heavy with static and Tommy Hamilton's distant reproach. Fur and filth fuse on gargantuan riffs, but jagged interruptions pierce the veil of white noise and welcome the filter of echoed laments. By the time we discover the opener's relatively abrupt close, we've grown beards and can recognize that sherm sticks are taking this experience a bit too far. *Twitch*

Not one of the album's mossy timbers clocks under six minutes. Feast On The Eye chortles and spews for seven and a half, slow-slicing riff slabs atop HufKnell's half-eyed drum sprays. As guitars swell only to later splinter into bite-sized tablets, we're dragged through trance-inducing progressions. Slowing toward a threesome of riffs, vocals, and spooky cathedral organs breeds an escapist's abduction. The delicious trip commands your full absorption; classic Stockholm Syndrome, y'dig?

And Side B? Well...

The album's title track dodges puddles only to stumble into a nebulous web of expanding stickiness. Distortive fuzz is garnished with ribboned licks and teasing pauses, drawing you into a narrowing corridor with a vocal that's more depraved here. Innards spiral to reveal their center before jumping back into the haze, with slivers clarity hardly allowing a healthy breath. What ensues is a collapse of stone and smoke, promising an unnatural side-B experience best served behind vinyl's crackle. Let Us Bleed offers the truest sludge tempo, led by the ringed nose of descending drums. Hamilton's howl spars with deliberate rhythms both distant and so beautifully unsettling. Of course this closer briefly offers marquee billing to reflective plucks, but the psych-doom onslaught that ensues hits heavy and litters our flesh with track marks. Enter Venus saved its finest moment for last, shaking listeners and yanking our jaws south.

This is hardly an experiment. This isn't a precocious white girl anxiously waiting in the car as you score some Friday night supplies. The gravity of Druglord's sound may as well be a fifty-pound rucksack as you wander a muddy path. Enter Venus IS drugs. For all the spook and stick, these four tracks stay fluid and never gum up. I can't help but wonder if this exposure will somehow have an effect on my later years. Druglord are gonna house up in my spine and periodically travel to my brain. But my family won't bother wiping drool from my chin or unclenching my teeth. They'll have a harder time keeping me from stomping holes through the floor.

For fans of: Windhand, Sabbath, Salem's Pot
Pair with: 80-Acre Hoppy Wheat Beer, Boulevard Brewing Co.

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GEEZER Press Release

Geezer and STB Records are proud to announce that we have joined forces to release Gage

(EP) as a special Limited Edition Vinyl Release.

Pat says of STB, “Up until now, Gage has only been available as a digital download. Our

main goal has always been to press it up on vinyl. Ever since I saw their first release, the

Die Hard Edition of Dopethrone’s Demonsmoke, I knew STB was the label I wanted to work

with. STB Records is reinventing how vinyl is packaged, marketed & sold.”

Steve from STB Records says, “I have been a fan of the Electric Beard Of Doom podcast for a

while now.. Once I met Pat and started talking to him it was only a matter of time that we

started to collaborate on ideas. One night he let me hear the new Geezer EP and I was sold..

The rest is history.. STB is truly honored to be a part of the US Doom revival along side

Geezer and The BEARD!!

Specs:

Geezer: Gage (EP)

Limited Edition of 100 (color vinyl)

Hand numbered, hand screened cover in a hand sewn burlap outer jacket which will then

be hand screened.

Artwork, colors, and other details are still being developed

*The EP will include 2 previously unreleased tracks that are being specifically recorded for

this Ltd. Edition release.

STB Records started in Dec of 2012 on a whim. Since then, it has snowballed into a special

boutique record label specializing in limited edition vinyl pressings of Doom / Stoner /

Psych Rock... with a great cult following. Records made for record collectors by a record

collector.

Geezer is the (anti)band... not interested in winning any fashion contest, we just lay down

grooves that make you shake your ass down to the barrelhouse to get drunk, get laid and

get into a fight... Formed in the Hudson Valley, NY in 2010, the original idea was to harness

our familiar background of classic rock, hardcore and heavy metal; throw in Pat’s affinity

for pre-war slide-guitar blues and Geezer was born. Best described as ‘Heavy Blues’, Pat

says of Geezer’s approach, “We just wanted to bring the evil back to the blues, the devil’s

music!”

Gage is the follow up EP to Geezer’s debut full length album, Electrically Recorded

Handmade Heavy Blues, which is being released via Blues Blvd. Records (Belgium) on Sept.

15th, 2013.

Current and future STB releases include:

• Dopethrone: Demonsmoke LP - Die Hard Edition Ltd 50 / Standard Edition 200

• Spelljammer: Vol 2 LP Die Hard Edition 75 / Standard Edition 175

• Spelljammer: Vol 2/Inches from the Sun Die Hard Edition Cassette Tape 100

• Traitors Return To Earth: Betting On A Full Collapse Die Hard Edition 37

• DoctoR DooM: DoomO EP (coming soon) Limited Edition of 100

• Brimstone Coven: LP (coming soon) Limited Edition of 250 (Die Hard Edition 50 /

Dooomed.com Edition 75 / Standard Edition 125)

• Geezer: Gage EP (coming soon) Limited edition of 100

• Druglord: Brand New Album recorded by Garrett Morris of Windhand due out winter

2014

Geezer Reviews:

The Sludgelord raves, "Believe me folks when I say Geezer's EP is a work of genius. Stoner

Rock of the highest order...", and goes on to call it, "Brilliant and Highly Recommended"

Read the review here: http://thesludgelord.blogspot.com/2013/06/geezer.html

Nuclear Dog from Heavy Planet concludes, "Incredible musicianship is the hallmark of

Geezer's EP, a worthy, treasured, and indelible addition to any collection."

Check the article here: http://www.heavyplanet.net/2013/07/nuclear-dogs-atomic-splitwall-

of-sleep.html

Joe at Ride With The Devil predicts, “Geezer is quickly becoming the dark horse of the

stoner scene. Given the right exposure, Geezer could soon be on the fast track to blowing

minds across the world.”

See the rest here: http://ridewiththedevil.blogspot.com/2013/08/gritty-old-men.html

Lucas at the Paranoid Hitsophrenic says, "Ridin' down the highway through the country,

the sun spins in the sky creating a warm blanket of light. When that happens, pull over to

the side of the road and press play."

Read the review here: http://theparanoidmusicblog.blogspot.com/2013/05/geezer-gageep-

album-review.html

Contact :

E-mail: Steve@stbrecords.com

Web: http://stbrecords.bigcartel.com/

Bandcamp: http://geezertown.bandcamp.com/ (FREE Download)