Gorilla
S/T

LA RECENSIONE

But who in 2005 still feels like rediscovering the music of the 70s, the rock'n'roll labeled as a diabolical source of vices and excesses such as alcohol abuse, drugs, chicks, flowers, and herbal teas against early retirement??? Doing rock'n'roll is a dirty job, but someone still makes an effort to do it. Pure and untainted, perhaps drawing wholeheartedly from that slice of time when everything was done and maybe everyone thought they could change everything...
Great times, great music...
But my dear nostalgics, perhaps I've found something for you...
And it's all thanks to those who still invest time and money to bring this great dream to life... like Lunasound for instance, which, besides releasing this stunning debut by the Gorilla (a moniker, a manifesto of understanding music), has also produced works of other great stoners of recent years including Black Moses, Generous Maria, and Valis.

But let's start with this album, the trio consists of John Redfern, frontman and guitarist (from what I’ve read an old acquaintance, certainly not a newbie in the music biz), Sara Russell on bass (ladies and gentlemen, a lovely flower child, bell-bottom pants, very long and soft hair, the Pocahontas of stoner rock, a real hottie), and on drums the loyal Richard Guppy.
The band's influences, when listening to the album, are undoubtedly to be found in Grand Funk Railroad, MC5, Blue Cheer, and Sabbath, all bolstered by fuzz, orange overdrive, and assorted pedals, strictly vintage, that make the sound very Fu Manchu era In Search Of..., with those desert sounds overflowing directly from the amplifiers and which in your stereo will really tick off those upstairs, especially if played at full blast.
Listen to believe in tracks of stunning rock power like Coxsackie, Good Time Rockin, She's Got A Car and Roachend Salad, these dirty and ultra-saturated sounds for you hippies of 2005 will represent a new path, forgotten and now within reach once more, a good excuse to ditch the office, wife, and kids and finally tell that bastard of your boss to go to hell after years of longed service and kicks in the behind. But not before you give him a copy of this wonderful CD, so maybe he too will reconsider the importance of punching the clock every single day at 7 in the morning...