Blown Out
Sun Rot

Mike Vest plays in Bong, in haikai no ku, in Skull Mansions, in Blue Queen, in Lobster Priest, in Ultrashitinferno, in... do I really need to go on? There you go, thanks.
John-Michael Hedley and Matt Abty only in 'these blow out, in "pigs pigs pigs pigs pigs pigs pigs" and in spokes.
I don't know how many bands have been mentioned, but there's a whole heavy psych scene in here.

This album came out in March; when it was raining less than now, and it seems they almost regretted it.
Two exorbitant balls of twenty minutes each, two balls that meet four and have little to nothing boring for those who have this stuff for breakfast with muesli.
Jam jelly, in 2014 three albums of forty minutes each. You don't prepare them, you improvise them.
Adverse fate, sewages, and all those tags that highlight the blacker distortions and wawas.
They're all people that no one gives a damn about, whose name is only on the lips of their mothers.
Not that one can expect to fill the Colosseum playing certain things -true- but maybe a quick ear and a glance, from those who whip up these sounds every day with orecchiette and turnip tops, they might expect it.
Maybe not, maybe they don't give a damn.
But you, fanZ of the hoppiest stohonaddooM should crave records of this kind that, damn Belzebù, what the hell are you still reading? Go download it.

"What the hell, still this crap for god's sake! You idiotic son of a bitch, this stuff only pleases you! Turn off the stereo, get out of my way, and let me sleep in peace because today is holy damn Saturday!
Chickpeas under the knees for people like you; chickpeas under the knees and castor oil after meals. And go to work, because work sets you free!"

Yeah yeah, I'm going, jawohl!
This jerk clicks his heels... Then I wondered, but marijuana, beyond the event horizon, what effect does it have?