These Portland guys are in the sludgy, fuzzy metal camp. The band’s two vocalists will take you back to the golden Oliveri years of Queens of the Stone Age.
18 new songs to fingerfuck your eardrums, from harmonized rampage to doo-wop teenage thrills. Only Blag is getting a handjob under the counter at the malt shop.
Holy crap, that’s a lotta flute. You’ve gotta know at what point to rein it in, and Toronto’s Bloody Ceremony barrels right past that point on its second album.
Listening to Great Heat, you’re tempted to catch the latest episode of Family Ties, or checking to see what time The Breakfast Club or Sixteen Candles is playing at the local theater.