I think the album “Blues For The Red Sun” is the demonstration of a band extremely free to do what it wants without compromising.
The Kyuss are not interested in selling a few more copies or getting on MTV; what matters to them is making excellent music, even without lyrics or with a stupid phrase repeated for three minutes.
The '90s were very productive; the grunge era is not just a trend that can be liked or not, it was a period of musical revolution, with the Nirvana saying whatever they wanted and other bands that did not want to sell but only change the concept of music.
Kyuss is part of the second category and unfortunately, they haven't played in years (perhaps precisely due to the lack of success—and certainly not the one they deserved).
The 14 songs composing the album take one on an inner journey through another dimension (...whether one likes it or not) and even the listener most obsessed with guitar virtuosity will not be able to avoid this journey. One almost loses concentration, not because the album is boring, but for its great capacity to provoke thought. The genre is stoner rock—although as a definition it's limiting—but the band's brilliant ideas make the album truly interesting. Several tracks last no more than two minutes as they serve as interludes between songs; the others range from four to seven minutes. Even after 13 years since its release, this album still manages to excite and never tire, despite the recording not being quite perfect like the rockstar albums of the last decade. A must-have if you love the Queens Of The Stone Age.
Kyuss delivers a relentless massacre, without mercy.
From the first beats of 'Thumb,' the listener is faced with an explosion of 'deafening,' hypnotic, at times unpleasant sounds but, at the same time, imbued with a charge that only they can express.
The combo is back, it devastates the pavilion and enters with constant force...
"Come, come lambs to the baptism..." The elders take the younger ones by the hand, and gradually they immerse.
A hurricane vibrates around, ready to overwhelm you with all its power.
Blues For The Red Sun. Debris. My body does not exist. Only my soul survives.