Sleep
The Clarity

..is an exercise in musical stream of thought, as all proper music should be, here's the sleeve notes referring to this single; a follow-up of a lifetime of marjiuana enjoyment, they unnecessarily add.

Precisely the year two thousand and fourteen, they hadn't answered the call for a while, since the passage of that mountainous aspidochelone on which critical buds blossomed spontaneously, and now the new album - incoming - it is known, will yield more deals than record shops; anyway, for those who wish, the vanishing point is the only Italian date to march like an accordion and flail in the mud, and this piece is already a must in their sets; also here they sound so smooth, like states of catharsis in the muck in which this music sinks; it sounds like something that seems to follow a creed, a supernova of smoke on which certain murmurs said follow the smoke towards the riff-filled land; the land of riffs, dense sounds, repeatosaurus verses, beyond stoner/doom, and this track truly seems placed between the sacred mountain and Jerusalem; of the three (here only two) what remains today are half-toothless werewolves who certainly don't lack the howl; and clarity well, a single that makes the usual sleep feel, like seeing them spend a happy evening drinking and disgusted with each other; and I like it, sometimes it's necessary.

Toward the weed fields
To that which holds the worlds
Walks the Sinsemillian.

Refutes death
Remains stoned constantly
The dealer breaks the eclipse.

- ma ppffff

…proceed the weedian…nazareth…mmhhmggghh