Here is the album that started pure and crushing grunge rock.
The union between garage-doom sound and primordial stoner, a crushing and iconoclastic album that brings to the fore one figure above all, Osborne. In a collision of sounds, the brutal scream of the guitarist rises like a tear in the musical fabric produced, in a true PANDEMONIUM.
From the first track to the last, Osborne ravages the guitar strings in a terrifyingly slow contest that envelops the ambient of the album, giving with Matt Lukin and drummer Crover, a sensation of distress ready to recoil.
Heavy drums and sharp guitar are the ensemble of an album close to vomit and difficult to digest, yet loaded with tension and pathos. An elephant in a distillery, where rivers of whiskey flow.