Sent in by the awesome Christian Larson, ye ol leader of Venomous Maximus and now of Night Cobra, the The Satanic Overlords Of Rock N Roll plow straight ahead acid-biker, exhaust-pipe, punked up garage, rock n roll in the veins of Turbonegro, The Turbo AC’s, Electric Frankenstein, or even Ripple Music’s own Against The Grain or Space Probe Taurus.
Spittle and blood punk and roll spit out with conviction, fire and some unknown venereal disease. The whole thing will leave you feeling sleazy, exhausted, infected and just a bit used. What else could you ask for?
For anyone who loves pure Hellacopters garage/punk nastiness. Released by the always cool Savage Magic Records home to all things dirty and rowdy. My kinda place.
ZZ Top - Fandango
Obviously not a new album, but one that popped up on my stack of listening. A classic album of the 70's and what many consider to be one of ZZ's best albums ever, but in truth, it's a missed opportunity.
While the little band from Texas are undoubtedly fine live musicians, the live side of this album just kinda stumbles out of the gate with bluesy retreads. Sure it's fine, but I bet dollars to donuts most people do exactly what I do, pull the vinyl out of the sleeve and flip it right over to side 2, the studio side.
There they will find such amazing cuts as Tush, Heard it on the X, Blue Jean Blues, and killer album tracks like Nasty Dogs and Funky Kings. This is the real side of ZZ Top, and if they'd only done a whole album of new studio material of this quality it might be regarded one of the best albums of all time.
But they didn't.
So instead we have one ultra-fine side of ZZ Top at their damn rockin-est, bluesy-est best, and one side of Live material that I'll never hear.
Scorched Oak - Withering Earth
Sometimes the bands say it best themselves. This truly is smoking hot Stonerrock influenced by heavy rock, with a deep layer of pure blues and doom. The Dortmund based trio provides mesmerizing riffs, a throbbing bass with haunting, distinctive singing split between the cleaner Linda and the rough throated guttural bursts from Ben.
Opener "Mountian" is aptly named as it's one majestic epic of fuzzed out blues doom, that never plods or meanders, just hits squarely with the force of an avalanche. And each track goes from their simply laying down the massive riffs without ever losing track of the inherent groove that ties it all together.
One fucking mountain of an album. An Everest of doom, and one definitely worth exploring.
-- Racer
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