How many clones have Kyuss produced? A ton, I'd say! Since that cold winter day, shut away in my room, I watched Smoke Signals with wide eyes, struck by the wall of sound from those four hooligans who would soon define all the '90s and beyond; I was aware that something strange was about to happen, like an omen, an ill prediction, you feel ice sliding down your back in deep crises of inferiority, and you ask yourself: Damn, where are these guys coming from, who created them? How can they play that stuff? And me? I'm standing here watching them like an even bigger fool and hooligan. Damn, I also want to play that stuff. Well, I didn't manage, but many others, more or less, have succeeded, even if they never reached those astral levels.
The Datura are New Zealanders, they are the most clone of clones, they are carefree enough, but they produce a terrifying sound: guitars distorted to the max, incredibly powerful drums, overwhelming bass, and a torn voice. All components are useful to compose the perfect timeless heavy-psych sound, without limits, infinite and at times annoying to the ears. Six pearls of slow and wrenching acid-rock, heavy as a blazing meteor launched on planet earth. The Datura have landed aboard the classic spaceship, picked up the instruments, and split our heads open like a melon, then took off again. For those who want to go with them, there's "Voyage" and "Mantra", the two final tracks that, in 25 minutes of musical trip, will rip out your brain and return it devoid of vital functions. Sometimes it's just the case to say "Long live the clones." Ehz... !!!!!!
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