
Fifty minutes of swinging, blues-inflected doom. Less a wall of noise and more a thick, psychedelic haze of vintage fuzz and cosmic druidry.
It's like Black Sabbath went to space and brought back a bag of the heaviest fuzz pedals imaginable.
A warm, psychedelic haze that balances crushing weight with cosmic curiosity.
The vocals lean far further into nasal than the rest of the catalogue.
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