Keep track of the moment these guys first take a sideways swipe at your head with a replica Viking axe, because you’ll be hooked from then on after. It’s far and away the heaviest thing you can dance to. Imagine Weedeater tried to make a Stooges album, or coming the other way, if Split-era Groundhog tried to imitate Electric Wizard, as well they might. It recalls the early piss-and-vinegar Baroness of their early EPs, regardless of the simple piss Baroness we now have. Thunderously groovy stuff, you’d be a fool to miss this one. They’re It’s Not Night, It’s Space luminaries as well, for added bonus points.
Speaking of ole’ ‘Leckie Wizard; how do you go about recording a straight-up sludge record if you keep slipping into mead-drunk drone doom drongoism and yer lead gee-tar keeps thundering in like an old Messerschmitt with Pentagram-slurping psycho-solos that smoke the cosmic pole right down to the base? I recall saying in the wake of the Slack Babbath 13 fiasco that a new record from the original crypt-botherers was so utterly pointless in a world that is so utterly post-them and the new record from Druid proves my point with spectacular aplomb. Clearly a lukewarm pitcher of Tennants swilled down with some Largactil because these San Fran sludge slowpokes can’t even keep up with the soporific beat of Weedeater and the like and keep descending into early Ramessess territory. Fret not though, because vox from Mike Foster are stupefyingly heavy. And all this for the price of free.
Written under duress by Steven, don't eat the green eccies.