Colour Haze
Ewige Blumenkraft

Colour Haze is not a band for everyone, so if you're not well-versed in stoner music, stay away.
I'm disappointed to see that very few have the guts to talk about stoner on this site.
And given the large number of ignoramuses frequenting it, I’m not surprised that many rate it a 5 without even knowing them.

With the first review, I wanted to joke, but now it's time to get serious and show my temperament.
The musical group reviewed is undoubtedly my favorite band, and this certainly hasn't ensnared me; I've disguised myself as a stonerman and then I've set off... this is one of the most renowned on the scene after the farewell of Kyuss.

Undoubtedly, Freakshow and Almost Gone up to Smile 2 are not music for a first date, this is serious stuff, and the guitars seem straight out of the deserts of Al-Qaida while Bin Laden's warriors are madly racing aboard an '85 Mercedes C180 convertible, chasing exiled fugitives.

Those stateless and landless fugitives are none other than the Mushaidin warriors along with you and Colour Haze who just 2 minutes ago were rocking with guitars in hand, and now they have something else in hand... their head.
Ask the kids at school who'll see you on YouTube.

Because this CD is a war, launching its quirky attacks in the world of packages and those dirty and wild like stoner, like the earth that invades lost minds, burnt, in the riffs of a desert made of stars in an infinite sky invaded and persuaded by bullets and bombs, capable of destroying everything around you.

It's not an album for posers who listen to wimps like Nirvana, De André, or Zappa; this is tough stuff, and it's demonstrated by the mind-blowing Outside, along with the stunning Goddness and the fantastic ballad House of Rushammon, perfect to blast at full volume and sing along to totally naked while soaping up, and stepping out onto the balcony while your neighbors enjoy their lovely aperitif with their son's girlfriend's relatives.

Reefer starts with feedback on the gums and a raucous head-slicing sweep-picking, and as you bleed, you'll smile at hearing these melodies that reunite in the lonely Freedom made of your girlfriend's pornographic gasps who, once she's heard this gem, will give herself to the first black guy she meets on the subway while you on the seat get gagged and tied up (pretend) as you're forced to watch for the entire duration of the record.
Smile 1 with its orgasmic distortions and primal and nasty shouts will thrill the black guy who'll look at you challengingly, and you keep quiet!

Elektrohasch is relatable to the film SOS Son Of Summer (Panic in New York) by Spike Lee when (John Leguizamo) Mr. Vinnie “lady-killer then CUCKOLD” after the orgy at the rich guy's house takes home his wife Dionna (Mira Sorvino) who was sandwich fucked.
This will happen to this wandering city couple in search of black sado-porn-maso experiences.
All to the rhythm of the Colour Haze that will get into your brain.

While the Mushaidin warriors are still looking for you in the desert with their nice Mercedes convertible!