The newborn knows the far off souls
and innermost groves
Such torment she underwent
at heaven’s descent
In a magic egg when ewes lactate,
secretions of snakes
We inculcate, it don’t translate
So pull your own weight
Back in my day was an ice age, honey
Making me want some ice cream sandwiches
Making me pine for woolier women
Where do we go? Where do we go?
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Heavy blues/stoner rock. This baby rocks from start to the very end. Excellent guitar from riffs to solos. Vocals are clean and suit the music to a tee very impressive. They remind me of the band Crooked Hook. lloydd
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Merchants of Death summon the spirits of the proto-metal heyday, fixating on raw tone, brute blues, wicked harmonies, and balmy Texas groove. 1975 called and they're standing outside your front window watching you rock the F out to the new Peth album. Bucky
West Virginia trio showcase strident country rock anchored in bold, anthemic songcraft and deliciously twangy tones. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 18, 2024