Plodding nobly through doomy landscapes, evoking Trouble more than black metal or sludge. Broad strokes of guitar, with the mighty voice of Robert Lowe.
I have no idea why they call it blue balls. They should call it the icy hand of incompetence and incompleteness gripping your testicles. Blue balls is shorter.
Part early Soundgarden howls, Monster Magnet psychedelic drone, and Clutch jam, but perhaps I’m just searching for something other than Sabbath to reference.
Smack was a Finnish band who never really reached mainstream ears, but G’N’R, Nirvana, D.A.D., and Mudhoney. At least that’s what the CD’s liner notes say.